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Airport Stories

OK I am waiting for my flight in the Indira Gandhi National Airport in the capital city of India. There were four of us all in our early 2os. So we are waiting for our flight, tired and bored. This guy from Air India comes up to us and tells us that our luggage has exceeded the permissible 20 kgs. The guy was totally lying as we had checked to make sure that our luggage did not exceed the 20 kgs limit before leaving for the airport (that is the permissible limit in most of the Indian airlines). Then he tells us if we give him some money he could find some way for us. Of course we refused to give him the money. When we refused he goes and calls a cop and the freaking cop actually had the audacity to open our suitcases. The cop opens our bags and looks around, just because we refused to give them some money. Maybe we looked like some kids left on our own in the airport to them. God I swear I felt like punching them in the face. It was total harassment.

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My story happened in summer 2009 on my way from Portland, Oregon to Frankfurt, Germany.

As United chose to cancel their direct flight from PDX to FRA, I had the choice between a trip with 4 stopovers or just one. Of course I took the single stopover option and so I only had to switch aircraft in Calgary, Canada. My carrier was Air Canada. 

I went to the United check-in counter (thanks to my buddy from Portland who has a Goldmember Status, so I could use the Business Class counter – my ticket was for coach), handed over my luggage and received my boarding ticket. I asked the agent if she would hand over my boarding ticket for the flight from Calgary to Frankfurt, but she refused and told me that I’d get it at the gate in Calgary. So she couldn’t reserve a seat for me, but no problem as I don’t mind sitting in middle seats. I asked the agent if I’d have to pick up my luggage as I’d be leaving the US. She said that my baggage would be checked through and that I’d only have to make sure to be at the gate on time. That was easy to say, because I’ve never been to Calgary before and I’d only have 45 minutes between landing and departing. Nevertheless, I was in a good mood and didn’t think of any problems that could occur. I have traveled a lot between the US and Europe and never experienced real big issues (except a 24 hour layover in Chicago on Christmas Eve 2008). 

The flight departed in Portland on time and I do not really remember any situation to complain about on board. When we arrived in Calgary, I noticed that I’d only have 40 minutes until takeoff.  I exited my plane from Portland and saw just one big aircraft standing next to the one I just left, so it was pretty obvious that this one would be mine to Frankfurt. 

If you’ve ever been to the Calgary airport you’ll know that this airport has only 2 levels. The arrival area is on the first floor, the departure area on the bottom. So when I got off the plane I could see all the people that were just about to get boarded on the flight to Frankfurt. I knew I really had to rush now, but I still didn’t worry because I wouldn’t have to pick up my bags again and I could simply walk to my new gate.

WRONG!

I was more passing than following the other passengers when I arrived at the baggage claim area. I was now very unsure if the agent in Portland was right, so I asked a customs agent if I’d have to pick up my bags or not, since I was in a hurry and the agent in Portland told me I wouldn’t have to. He said that of course I’d have to pick up my bags and go through security and customs again and that “not all North Americans are US citizens.” I like that guy!

I went to the belt and fortunately my bag was first. So I rushed through customs which was easy and found the next baggage drop off point for connecting flights straight ahead. I was 2nd in line and already handed my bag over, when the guy wanted to see my boarding ticket. Of course I had none and told him that the agent in Portland gave me instructions to receive mine at the gate. The Canadian agent so denied my luggage and sent me to the ticket counters upstairs… of course located at the very other side of the airport where I was. So I rushed the escalator upstairs to the next Air Canada counter where I was immediately rejected when I explained my problem. This counter was only for national flights. The agent sent me even further away to another counter that could handle international flights. 

I asked a gentleman in line at the other counter if could go first in the business line (remember, my ticket is only for coach) and thankfully he agreed. I explained my problem once more to the agent and I was told that boarding was already in progress and that there is nothing she could do for me. From now on I got really upset. I told her that it is not my fault if THEIR agents are stupid, tell me things that are not true and book a flight for me that I simply couldn’t catch in time. Well, I guess she saw that I was quite desperate at this point. So she picked up her phone and made a long phone call “Hi Heather, how are you and your kids?… Oh really? No I have already plans for Saturday night, I’m sorry…” However, 1 minute later I got my boarding pass! I handed my bag over and was told that I’d not only have to hurry, I’d have to run like a motherf***** (she actually said that – probably because I’m not a native speaker and she thought that I wouldn’t understand that). 

Long story short, I caught my plane. I was the last person to board, had a very nice experience with a security guy and was very thankful for the nice Canadian attitude. You might think now: Wow, this is not a flight from hell and no bad experience at all, but you should perhaps think about the fact that I’m only 15 years old, English is a language I’ve learned only in school for 6 years now, I didn’t have a cell phone with me, no Canadian money and no experience on how to handle such a problem.

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It was summer of 2007 and I was traveling from Croatia to Columbia, SC. I had been to SC before – I was an exchange student there, and I was coming back to visit my host family. Anyway, I was seventeen at the time and quite excited not only to see my host family again, but also for the traveling experience. Well, it turned out to be quite an experience, that’s for sure.

On my way to Columbia there were a few bad events, but not as bad as on the way back. First, on one of my flights (Munich to DC) I was seated next to a man who kept staring at the magazine I was reading, talking loudly with his friends seated behind us, getting up every 5 minutes (I was in the aisle seat, so I had to move every time he’d get up) and staring at the in-flight movie I was watching on my screen instead of turning on his own screen! It was really creepy and annoying to be stuck next to him for approximately 8 hours, but I didn’t want to cause commotion so I kept my mouth shut.

When we landed in DC I had to go through customs. This lady who worked at the airport accompanied me and another girl since we were minors. She kept yelling at us, but I could barely understand her since her English wasn’t that good. It was embarrassing, running after her and trying to figure out what she wanted us to do, while the passers-by stared. Going through customs seemed to last forever, so when it was finally done I couldn’t wait to leave for SC. But, when I boarded the plane, it was announced that the flight was delayed due to weather. We had to sit there and wait. And wait. And wait. And the hours passed. And a couple of false hopes for takeoff came and went. And people got impatient. And take-off seemed like fantasy at that point. Thankfully, the crew was really kind, so that made it easier. Well, I made it to SC and was so exhausted by the time I got there, but mostly just happy I made it.

So, that was a piece of cake compared to my experiences on the way back. It all started with my flight from Columbia to DC being delayed. Not again, I thought. It was only delayed for 45 minutes, but that was enough for me to miss my connection to Munich. So, when I got to DC I stood at the end of a VERY long line to book a new flight. I had stood in the line for about an hour or two only to find out I had been standing in the wrong line! The employees at the counter told me they couldn’t do anything for me and that the line to rebook international flights was in a completely different part of the airport.

There was really nothing I could do, so I made my way to the other line. As soon as I took one glance at the line, I died a little inside. It was going to be a LONG day. This line was even longer than the previous one, and full of people with screaming children and various B.O.’s. How fun it was to stand there for four hours. Anyway, it was about 9 pm when it was my turn to rebook, and I was optimistic about getting on a new flight and leaving DC that same night. Oh, how naive that turned out to be.

All flights to Munich were full, and I couldn’t get out of DC til the next evening. So I told the lady working there to try to get me on a different flight, anywhere in Europe, just as long as there was a connection to Croatia from there. So, she got me on a flight to Zurich, Switzerland… but it would leave around 5 pm the next afternoon. So, I had to spend the night in DC and since I was a minor, I couldn’t get a hotel room, so I would have to sleep at the airport. While that was sinking in, another employee came by and started freaking out about me being a minor. She grabbed my passport and plane ticket and told me to follow her. As she was literally dragging me across the airport, a fellow passenger I got acquainted with asked me if everything was okay, and she started screaming at him not to talk to me or come close to me. I felt awful.

She told me to sit down on a chair and to wait for her; she said she’d take me to the unaccompanied minor’s room. So I sat there and waited but she never came back. By the time I realized she wouldn’t come back, it was late, all the blankets and pillows at the airport were taken, and pretty much all the employees were gone. So I slept on the chair. Well, I didn’t really sleep since I was freezing and I could hear the sound of a vacuum cleaner all night.

When I woke up in the morning, I was a mess. But then I realized my passport and plane ticket were with that lady. Oh great. So, I stood in the line – again, to get my documents back. Luckily, they found my documents. So, I spent the rest of the day talking to strangers, looking around the stores and just roaming around the airport.

I’ll never forget that airport in DC. I think I still remember where every terminal, store or restaurant is. Well, if nothing else, at least I got a good story out of it.

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This complaint covers all categories – airlines, airports, and personnel. The incident happened at Phoenix. If you have a choice, do not go there. Especially, do not change flights there in the middle of a summer day!

We arrived from Seattle on Alaska Air. We were supposed to catch an American Airlines flight onward to Dallas, and then to our destination.

Alaska Air arrived at the United terminal. Our first priority on arrival was to look for location and departure time for our connecting flight. We saw that all the monitors with departure information were turned off, and only the arrival screens working.

(Note to Phoenix Airport Staff: Arrival information at this location is not very helpful. The people who come to meet arriving flights are far away, outside the security area. The passengers in the security area are either leaving the airport, or trying to get on another plane. The passengers with connecting flights want to know where to board that flight, and when it departs.)

Our next thought was, no problem, we will find the information in the American Airlines terminal. Any other airport I can think of has signs posted to give directions to the different terminals. We looked, but there is none of that all the way from the arrival area to the front door of the United terminal in Phoenix (and were were definitely looking for it!).

We were able to find out from a janitor that American Airlines is in a different building. To go from the United terminal to the American terminal, you have to go outside the security area, outside the building, to a center island in the street and find a bus that will take you to the other terminal. On this day it is probably over 100 degrees. My wife and I are in our late 60’s. I am fairly fit and can take some heat. My wife has bad knees and reacts poorly to heat. We reached the center island and walked about 50 yards to the nearest bus. Here we got another nasty surprise. The buses are dedicated – a given bus will travel to only one terminal. We would have had to walk over 100 yards in the opposite direction to catch the dedicated bus for the American Airlines terminal. This driver, however, made an exception for us and gave us a ride to American Airlines.

Another nasty surprise at American Airlines – they had cancelled our connecting flight. I had confirmed this flight about 24 hours prior, but had no warning from American Airlines. They did arrange another flight for us – on Continental, and informed us that we should collect our baggage and take it with us to Continental Airlines terminal. (This later turned out to be a good thing, as one of the airport staff was found to be systematically stealing large amounts of luggage).

So it’s out in the sun again, this time hauling all our luggage to find another bus to take us to the Continental terminal (I think it was in the same building as United).

Continental would not accept that we had already paid for our checked luggage, so we had to pay again (and more about this later).

So we are booked on a flight and we go to the screening area. All the people we had met up to this point had been nice, or at least polite. Here is where we met the gratuitous meanness.

The TSA screening process here is in two phases. In the first phase, they check your identification and ticket. In the second phase, they check your luggage and person for contraband.

The TSA personnel in the first phase were polite and helpful, almost friendly. There were a lot of people being processed through phase one. All these people were lining up at the entrance to the room where phase two would take place, waiting at the rope barrier. Initially there were no TSA personnel in the room where phase two would take place. One of the TSA people from phase one even came back and looked into the area to “see what is holding things up.” After several minutes, all the phase two personnel filed into their area and took their places, but did nothing. Would-be passengers and TSA personnel looked at one another for several minutes (possibly as many as five) until one of them finally stepped forward and opened the rope barrier.

The contraband check begins with the passenger placing bags, shoes, pocket items, etc., into plastic trays. I don’t know if there is some fixed rule as to where the various items are to be stowed, or if it was all in the mind of the woman overseeing this operation. Whichever, she obviously had requirements which the passengers would have to learn by trail and error or by mind reading. The procedure went as follows: pile your stuff in the trays, walk away, get called back, hear one requirement, rearrange your stuff, walk away, get called back, hear second requirement… I was able to complete my lab rat test in two tries. The woman behind me was not so lucky. When I looked back later, she was in tears and screaming at the “tray master” (who never lost her smirk, and was obviously deriving pleasure from the process).

I felt that it was American Airlines’ fault that we had to pay double to check our luggage through to the destination. After all, they canceled the flight and caused the problem. On arriving home, I wrote them a nice letter and explained the situation and asked them for a refund. They refused to pay it, and offered a time-limited discount on some future flight with them (which we are unlikely to use, as we do not travel all that much).

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Unaccommodating Airport Staff

July 18, 2010 Airport Stories

About 4 years ago my wife and I were returning from visiting family in Los Angeles. This was the experience that convinced me to avoid US Air and the Philadelphia airport at all costs.
The flight from LAX to Philly was not a problem. We had an 8:30ish connecting commuter flight to our little hometown. My [...]

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Overweight Family On The Walkway

July 8, 2010 Airport Stories

A couple of months ago I was late for a flight from JFK to SJU. I fly almost every month to SJU and I’ve become very familiar with the airport. After I got off the AirTran plane, I started running towards the walkway to the JetBlue terminal. They have moving walkways to go quickly from [...]

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Pile Of Puke

June 29, 2010 Airport Stories

My story is not so much a flight from hell as hilarity. I’m in the security queue at MIA – the usual tedious routine of shuffling forward two inches every 10 seconds, slowly travelling the cordoned zig zag area designed to maximize the walking distance between two points.
Behind me a mother and her young son [...]

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The Tolerant Ticket Agent

June 26, 2010 Airport Stories

I always try and accommodate myself on the way to the airplane seat. I use the Metrolink and subway system to get to LAX from a southern California suburb. I print my boarding pass from home. Upon arrival to the airport at the bag drop off is where you pay to check in your bags and [...]

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Vino Is Verboten

June 10, 2010 Airport Stories

Whatever you do, do NOT take a bottle of wine from the fridge at the Air New Zealand Business/First lounge at Auckland International Airport! Even if you ask a waitress if it is OK (and she says No Problem), you will be confronted by the Manager who will ask if you are travelling alone. And [...]

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Shocked About Search

June 9, 2010 Airport Stories

My story happened several years ago, but it still irritates me. I was flying from New York to Michigan with a family friend who was a minor at the time. We had already had a horrible time just getting to the airport (a transformer overheated and caused a minor blackout in Manhattan, shutting down the [...]

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