Worst Flight Ever
First, there’s the waiting behind people with more than a total of one carry-on item and one personal item. Then there’s the searching for a place to stow my carry-on amidst all of the carry-ons stowed in the wrong orientation and therefore taking up too much space and/or the personal items people have stowed in the overhead compartments instead of below the seats in front of them. (Likely these were the people with more than the amount of bags they were supposed to have with them to begin with.)
Then, the seat, in the back row, with an armrest that cannot be moved, a seat back that can not be reclined, and a seat back belonging to the passenger in front of me which of course is reclined as far as it can go, leaving no more room that six inches between my nose and the back of that seat.
It was very much like being stuffed into a coffin, in a seated position, with the heat turned on a good fifteen degrees too high, and left there for three hours.
Addendum: And then off the plane and into O’Hare, which appears to have the absolute worst signage and wayfinding of any airport I’ve ever experienced. Heaven forbid you put any maps anywhere actually near the departure/arrival boards. And then forbid as well that the map show anything other than just the terminal you happen to be in, with no context whatsoever as to how one might get to whatever terminal one ought to be in for one’s connecting flight.
April 9th, 2008 at 6:30 am
I’m so sorry that you have to go through all this at the worst possible time. Take some deep breaths. Lots of them.