So, I tried something new today. I tried flying standby. I had originally planned to fly out after work today, but found out a couple days ago that our company was giving us the day off. So I thought I'd try for an earlier flight. I saw that there was one leaving at 10:20 am so I showed up at 9 to try and get standby on that flight. Luckily there were ony 2 people in line ahead of me and there were two check in agents so I figured it would be a breeze....
35 minutes later, I'm still waiting to try and talk to someone about standby. All these other customers would come and use the automated check-in and then the check-in agent would have to help them each for like 5 minutes...what takes so long to print out a check slip for luggage?! Here's where I found myself getting more and more distressed...not only was helping these people taking forever, but they had all come after me! Would I ever get someone to help me?!
Involuntarily, I began slightly shifting my rolling luggage back and forth in an agitated manner. Finally, there was one man between me and help and as it took the agent forever, I must have given the guy (the customer) a very withering look because he asked me when my flight was. So I told him I was trying to catch the 10:30 flight. Seeing that it was only 9:45, he didn't seem to feel too much pitty for me and he even started chatting and joking with the agent and they continued even when he was all done! But I wanted to get up to the gate and get on the standby list!
Finally, the agent helped me (and surprise, it took about 30 seconds...why does everyone else take so long!?) and told me that he could book me all the way through to my final destination on the earlier flights! Wow...suddenly, it didn't matter that it took so long for him to help me. I didn't even have to do standby on any of my flights! Life was good.
Even the security line was super short and I walked up to the guy and handed him my ID and naturally he said "Hello, Sir.....(long pause before he looked up again)....I mean, Ma'am."
I seriously loled and said, "that's why I grew my hair out, so that this wouldn't happen any more!!" What does this mean? Have the last 8 months been a waste of time?
I rolled up to the gate and viola, there are all the same people that I had been agitated around. I find my seat on the plane and sit down....guess who sits by me? Of course it's the guy I was most agitated around. He sits down and smugly says, "you got on!...did you really think you wouldn't?...you sure were shaking"
choose your own moral of this story:
1- Always be courteous and friendly because you might have to share the next hour and a half in a 4 ft space with that person.
2- Act as agitated and desperate as possible so as to elicit sympathy from the check-in agent.
3- I look like man with an a-line hair cut and highlights.
4 comments:
We all have our curses. Maybe getting mistaken for a guy is yours?
Yeah for getting on earlier flights and not having to sit in an airport for 7 hours. You told me there were a lot of empty seats on your flight.. of course he had to sit right by you. Awesome. Have fun!!
LOL! I can't believe he called you sir. Well I'm glad you got on the earlier flight even though you had to sit by that rude guy.
That's why I can't get rid of "The Dude". But that does suck that people think you look like a guy. Get a boob job! Then they won't even look at your face and you can feel even better!
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