AMERICAN AIRLINES SUCKS!
Marty and Simon "On the Road".
The following article was written by Marty Davis, Affiliate Director of 9am.com. In this article, Marty is traveling with Simon Eaton, VP of Operations for 9am.
* * *
"No need to be alarmed folks? but there is a suspicious item on the plane!"
I'd like to give American Airlines a WTF! For not giving a F***!
On our way from Costa Rica to Las Vegas for the Affiliate Summit, Simon and I had one of the craziest flights imaginable. I mean, other than the time I missed my flight to Amsterdam, this has got to be the worst.
It starts at check-in: "Sorry gentlemen there's an hour delay before take off." Well, since there was only a one-hour layover in Miami, Simon's Chicken Little syndrome began kicking into full gear.
"Miss, we only have an hour layover in Miami, what about our connecting flight...what about our connecting flight?"
She looked at us like we had asked her what her bra size was and replied, "Sorry sir, this delay is beyond our control but I understand your concern and they should be holding your plane for your connecting flight."
For those of you who know Simon, telling him "should be" is like telling a new cancer patient, "with chemo you should be fine." Whereas, I am a believer that unless there is something positive I can do in a situation it's always best to just leave it in God's hands.
"You think we'll make the connecting flight? I don't want to spend the night in Miami?what if we miss our connecting flight? Marty, are you listening to me?!"
It's hard to get me uptight.
It was like nails on a chalkboard until we finally arrived in Miami. We grabbed our luggage at the baggage claim and raced to the next terminal. I'm not much of a rusher, but Simon was practically dragging me down to our connecting terminal so I had no choice.
The doors were just closing. "WAIT!" Simon yelled, as they stopped and re-opened the gate.
"You see, Simon, there was nothing to worry about!" I said.
Simon gave me a dirty look and said, "No, thanks to you Marty, I had to practically drag you down here because you walk as if we had all the time in the world."
I agreed and he was right, but who cares. We are on the plane now and Simon is as happy as a clam. We watched the Italian Job (man, do I love that movie). "Okay chief, in two hours we're going to be in Vegas."
No sooner did those words come out of my mouth when the announcement came over the loudspeaker.
"No need to be alarmed folks?but there is a suspicious item on the plane!"
Fear came over the entire plane; you could have a heard a pin drop after that announcement. I looked over at Simon who went from his normal shade of white to virtually transparent.
"Marty, we should have missed this flight. I get it now, we were not supposed to make this flight...do you think there is a bomb on the plane...F***, we are all going to die!"
I was just pissed I hadn't taken out that life insurance policy for my daughter (I'm getting it now by the way). Other than that, when it's my time to go, I'm ready.
Marty and Simon "On the Road".
The following article was written by Marty Davis, Affiliate Director of 9am.com. In this article, Marty is traveling with Simon Eaton, VP of Operations for 9am.
* * *
"No need to be alarmed folks? but there is a suspicious item on the plane!"
I'd like to give American Airlines a WTF! For not giving a F***!
On our way from Costa Rica to Las Vegas for the Affiliate Summit, Simon and I had one of the craziest flights imaginable. I mean, other than the time I missed my flight to Amsterdam, this has got to be the worst.
It starts at check-in: "Sorry gentlemen there's an hour delay before take off." Well, since there was only a one-hour layover in Miami, Simon's Chicken Little syndrome began kicking into full gear.
"Miss, we only have an hour layover in Miami, what about our connecting flight...what about our connecting flight?"
She looked at us like we had asked her what her bra size was and replied, "Sorry sir, this delay is beyond our control but I understand your concern and they should be holding your plane for your connecting flight."
For those of you who know Simon, telling him "should be" is like telling a new cancer patient, "with chemo you should be fine." Whereas, I am a believer that unless there is something positive I can do in a situation it's always best to just leave it in God's hands.
"You think we'll make the connecting flight? I don't want to spend the night in Miami?what if we miss our connecting flight? Marty, are you listening to me?!"
It's hard to get me uptight.
It was like nails on a chalkboard until we finally arrived in Miami. We grabbed our luggage at the baggage claim and raced to the next terminal. I'm not much of a rusher, but Simon was practically dragging me down to our connecting terminal so I had no choice.
The doors were just closing. "WAIT!" Simon yelled, as they stopped and re-opened the gate.
"You see, Simon, there was nothing to worry about!" I said.
Simon gave me a dirty look and said, "No, thanks to you Marty, I had to practically drag you down here because you walk as if we had all the time in the world."
I agreed and he was right, but who cares. We are on the plane now and Simon is as happy as a clam. We watched the Italian Job (man, do I love that movie). "Okay chief, in two hours we're going to be in Vegas."
No sooner did those words come out of my mouth when the announcement came over the loudspeaker.
"No need to be alarmed folks?but there is a suspicious item on the plane!"
Fear came over the entire plane; you could have a heard a pin drop after that announcement. I looked over at Simon who went from his normal shade of white to virtually transparent.
"Marty, we should have missed this flight. I get it now, we were not supposed to make this flight...do you think there is a bomb on the plane...F***, we are all going to die!"
I was just pissed I hadn't taken out that life insurance policy for my daughter (I'm getting it now by the way). Other than that, when it's my time to go, I'm ready.
