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It was the first vacation for several years and we really looked forward to it. Our holiday, such as it was, started on the 9th of September at Gatwick Airport where, on arrival, my wife was subject to a fall on the entry escalator. The escalator had a direction sign for EasyJet departures but none for lifts? She sustained an excruciating chest complaint that was caused by falling and trying to pull herself up with one hand whilst her hand luggage was pulling her in the opposite direction. Such was the onslaught of people trying to pass on the escalator that she sustained a push. That left her unable to breath for a considerable time and unable to walk without assistance because she had stretched her rib cage.

We had arrived in good time for the book-in; in fact we were there just after 3am for the 5.50am flight to Thessaloniki. However, the amount of people who pushed and complained on the escalator while she was trying to reestablish an upright position was unbelievable. There was a rush, for what I don’t know, but everyone was directed up this escalator. At the top was even more confusion as there was no sign of which direction to take, but the crowd gave us little choice. I had my wife on one arm with two small hand baggage wheelies and another bag to go into checked baggage.

On entering with the crowd in the hall we were confused as to where we should book in. On the left hand side there were a great number of desks stating, “ALL EASYJET FLIGHT BOOKINGS.” It was solid with masses of people who seem just as confused as us. On the right hand side there were again other groups going round in a spiral direction, also pushing towards EasyJet bookings. I enquired with several different families waiting in line where they were going and the answer was Helkidiki (Hal`kidiki), but none had any idea where that was. I am fortunate to be able to speak a little Greek and knew that this was the correct place for us to book in.

The staff at the desk were very sympathetic and my wife managed to get transportation to the aircraft. It was really touch and go. She refused medical attention because we had waited with such eagerness to get the holiday, the first for several years, and getting a medic would mean losing the flight. I can’t believe how far it is to walk from the departure lounge to the aircraft.

We then endured the trying-to-sit-together position and surviving all of the misery of getting on the flight. EasyJet kept us sitting in the plane for over an hour at the departure gate!!!! It was intolerable. The flight – already a three hour endurance test in a cramped position – now became four hours. I had a middle seat position where the seat in front was unable to stay upright, the large person in the seat seemed unaware that (despite my requests) this was not the norm. I had to endure the whole journey in a crouched position unable to use the tray at feeding time, and turning a page of our purchased newspaper was very difficult. On arrival to Macedonia Airport we succeeded to get help to the airport bus, through passport control, and my waiting car.

The first week was very difficult; my wife developed a breathing condition from the fall and found it hard to leave our hotel room. We decided to call it a day on the 15th of September after only six days and return home to Gatwick. I had with me my mobile phone and also the use of a mainline telephone in the village where we were staying where I purchased several phone cards. The phone numbers given out to me by EasyJet staff and customer service were confirmed to be correct by e-mail before I left U.K., e.g. 0044 825200xxxx and customer experience team 0044 0871244xxxx.

After three days and nights I tried to get some attention via the Greek Internet Café,  but the local one consisted of mostly games, and since I was the only customer, closed down later that day for the winter season. I spent £25 on phone calls and another £12 on my mobile direct to CUSTOMER SERVICE. I was on the telephone every day and night, but this number given out is not available!!

I have all the records of my mobile calls showing how many times I tried to make contact, and in frustration how many variations of the number I tried. It was only through direct contact with Ireland, another £6, I was able to understand that the only seats available were on the flight the day after my own normal return.

Surely in this day and age it is not so unexpected to believe that every aircraft keeps a least two seats for emergencies where people must return? I contacted EasyJet and received neither help or sympathy, and yes you’ve guessed it, I have also written to the Chief Executive, who ignores our communications.

Signed – Ron

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I am contacting you regarding easyJet and the way they treated me while travelling with them recently. I have not had much luck in getting a decent response from them – having sent 4-5 letters and emails to their customer services department, and all senior members of management.  I have had replies to my emails, but they always seem to skip past the crucial points – and ultimately in effect unfairly lay the blame on me.

In short – I broke my arm on a snowboarding holiday, and when I came to check in at Lyon airport, I was forced to remove my cast completely (with a Stanley knife borrowed from a news agent) while the check-in members of staff were very rude, obnoxious and seemed to find the whole situation very funny.  These staff members broke easyJet’s regulations which state “Passengers travelling with a plaster cast that has been fitted for less than 48 hours then the cast needs to be split (the split need to run along the entire length of the cast) If the plaster cast been fitted for more than 48 hours there is no requirement for the cast to be split.”  (http://www.easyjet.com/EN/Book/regulations.html)

Unfortunately for me my medical certificate did not show the time my cast was fitted – just the date.  My cast had been on for over 52 hours, and even though I asked if the supervisor could make a simple phone call to the hospital (using my phone) to clarify this, she refused and told me that the only way I could board my flight was by entirely removing my cast.  I was left with a broken, unsupported limb – no medical help was offered nor available when I asked for help.

Making me cut my cast off breaks their regulations completely – and their duty of care towards me as a passenger.  These regulations are there to protect passengers – but this member of staff’s incompetence could have rendered my arm paralysed.  If this appalling attitude continues then I feel that another passenger may not be as fortunate as I was to escape serious injury.

Many thanks,

R. H.

Marlow

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A year or so ago as my family was taking our annual Hawaii trip, we ran into a fellow who was very very unfriendly. As we boarded the plane in Phoenix Sky Harbor, I thought it would be a relatively tame flight. I was wrong…

Now my Dad is a good guy, but as far as personal space, he has absolutely no concept of what it means. So we were probably an hour or so into the flight, and my Dad grabs his briefcase from the compartments on top but accidentally hits an unsuspecting a-hole on the head.

My Dad said nothing, and was completely unaware that he had hit anyone, and this made the guy even more pissed off. He literally got out of his seat in the aisle and was shaking his fists at my Dad. He kept saying things like, “When this plane lands I’m gonna F you up etc.” My Dad was trying to apologize, although I think he still didn’t know what happened. Anyway, the guy even called a flight attendant and asked if she would reseat MY DAD! I couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy. He didn’t ask for a new seat for himself, but for my Dad. Eventually the flight attendant explained what happens when you fight on a plane and the guy shut up. The jerk sat there and watched “Over the Hedge” and ate his peanuts and stayed quiet.

Of course, there was no fight on the ground which was nice. The funny thing is, on the way home from Hawaii a week later, guess who I got to sit next to? Yeah, that guy. Surprisingly, the fellow had no idea who I was, or even that my Dad was 2 seats away from him. He started talking about college (I was in college) and blah blah blah. Normal stuff that any overly-conversational person would talk about. Then he said, “you wouldn’t believe this one guy I almost fought on the way over.” He started telling me about how my Dad was such a wuss and didn’t try to fight. I just sat there trying not to laugh and waiting for the right moment to put my iPod in my ears – which eventually happened.

I have met my fair share of a-holes, but that guy definitely takes the cake.

- River from Phoenix

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July 2nd, 2003 I was on Northwest flight 852 from Anchorage, Alaska to Detroit, Michigan, approximately a 6 hour red eye on a 757-300. I was only 15 at the time and by myself. Surprisingly the flight was packed full. My seat was back in row 43 and as always I had a window seat. Rows 40-48 were in their own little mini cabin in the back. In this section sat an entire high school track team and a few of their parents and a couple siblings; I was one of the very few odd balls.

The 2 seat mates were only a couple years younger than me. They were not a problem till an hour into the flight when I really needed to get up for the restroom but they had all their bags practically unpacked in the floor. After tripping over them I managed to make it.

But none of that team was really the problem. It was the young kid, couldn’t have been more than 6 years old, sitting behind me. About an hour and a half into the flight he wouldn’t sleep and was bored. Throwing his little temper tantrum he kept kicking my seat hard as he could. I tried to ignore it, figured his mother would do something about it, wrong. I was trying to type a letter on my laptop and after 1/2 an hour of constant seat back assaults I turned around and politely asked his mother to get him under control; she just glared at me and told me to mind my own $@#%#$ business. The flight attendant finally told miss stuck up to get her kid under control. She did and finally a little peace. Put my laptop away and decided to get some sleep.

Propped up a pillow and stared out the window before finally passing out. About 15 minutes later I was awakened by a foot, sneaker and all, blasting me right in the side of the face. Little Johny son of a bitch was throwing a tantrum again. For such a young kid he had quite the kick. I could feel my face swelling around my eye. I had enough, paged the flight attendant and got an ice pack, got up, grabbed my bag and started searching the cabin for an open seat. Three hours left of the flight; I wasn’t going to sit there anymore. Finally came across the only 2 on the entire aircraft, a row in 1st class, and sat down next to the window. The first class attendant soon told me to go back to the economy seats, but I didn’t have to explain as the attendant who got me the ice pack came up there, said to let me stay, and gave me a can of Pepsi.

That was the one and only time I’ve sat in First Class. Unlike economy where I had been served just supper, now in first class I was also served a breakfast about an hour before landing.

The first half of that flight was hell and the rest I had a pounding headache. I’m just glad I didn’t have to sit back there anymore. I got a black eye that lasted 2 weeks, but I got a free first class upgrade for 3 hours and an extra meal, so at least Northwest made up for the hell that some kid put me through. Little kids like that should have to sit at the bulkheads just to avoid these kinds of situations.

Six years later and I still remember that flight clear as day due to the hell created by that one little kid.

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