Continuation of the true US Airways story..."Well," as I turned to face him, "what would be your suggestion?" I was starting to steam. I focused hard with my eyes into his face hoping my Superman super powers would ignite his little blue smock. Yea, with might, I tried. But my valiant efforts went unrewarded. The smock must have been laced with Kryptonite. He stood defiant.
"Well," His ferret-like head bobbed in beat on his bony shoulders with his short, quick reply, "I suggest you take your luggage to back of the plane. There should be plenty of storage in the rear." This is the very same attendant who pleaded with passengers to cough up the $30 check the bags below. LIAR!!!
I almost "outted" him right there, but decided I could rise above it and pick my fight after I arrived at my destination. I really didn't want to spend another minute at the airport nor have to defend myself to airport security when I am "the customer" who paid several hundred dollars for each of the seats. I bit my tongue and turned toward the rear of the plane. The aisle was crammed passengers jostling with their own carry-ons. This would take awhile. My first attempt to roll one of our suitcases in front of me and the other behind didn't last long. I couldn't manage my way around the passengers. So, I threw both cases over my shoulders and carried them as the Greek Titan, Atlas, supported the Earth. It was ridiculous. I'm not Atlas and was very concerned one of the cases might fall from its perch onto an innocent's head. Mark made zero attempt to offer assistance, and his crew mate standing at the back near the galley, just watched. I really was angry and humiliated now.
Eventually, which equals about five minutes, I found room for one and then the other farther back, near the lavatory. I was now standing directly in front of the rear-stationed flight attendant sweating profusely. She just stood there staring blankly into my eyes. Not once offering assistance or even saying a word. I was aghast. Why are they called flight attendants, anyway?? What exactly do they "attend" to? They no longer offer food unless your are willing to swipe your credit card for a six dollar bag of "gourmet" Lays potato chips. But what I find really entertaining is they will walk by six times with a trash bag in hopes you will do their work for them. That is hilarious. They don't offer anything that we can discard, but just in case we bring aboard a $4.95 bottle of water that we had to purchase on the concourse after the security check, these blank-staring "attendants" want to make sure we have at least six opportunities to discard the bottle before we consider cramming it into the magazine pocket before us. Wow!
Now, what is exactly is their purpose? If they don't attempt to accommodate, can't we just have a giant list of rules plastered to each bulkhead and an "aisle" monitor with an Uzi to enforce them. Seriously, why not?
I'm done with US Airways. I hope they go the way of Braniff and Eastern. That is something, I'll help them with and they don't need to walk by me six times with a garbage bag. I'll do it myself, thanks.
PS: What was really ironic in this tale was pretty much everyone saw what transpired and several offered to help me by bringing my bags forward since I was sitting in Row 4. Of course, the attendants made no effort.
Al, the Travel Valet
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