Friday, June 15, 2007
Will we ever get to Cozumel?
I think airline employees are the most patient people EVER! You understand what goes on behind the scenes. And it doesn't make a difference if you're traveling on your own airline or another airline. I say this because of what we experienced yesterday traveling on AeroMexico from DFW to CZM.
Our flight was scheduled to leave at 2:35 p.m. When we arrived at the gate at about 2:00 p.m., the plane was already there. Good sign--we should be leaving ontime. Not really the case. No announcements about delays and we didn't board until about 2:30 p.m. Who should complain? Good gosh, we're all on our way to Mexico. How can we complain?
The flight's not really full at all. First class had two folks in it (note to self: find out how to get first class next time). Greg wanted the extra leg room at the emergency exit row so we asked for those assigned seats. Unfortunately, we were just one row off--the ladies behind us got the leg room while we got the row with two seats. Greg heard them make a comment, hoping that no one would sit in the empty seat by them. Greg offered to switch seats and we did! It worked out for all four of us.
And then we heard the dude in the seat behind Greg. Ouy! He was REALLY full of it! We really think he was psycho. But, I digress...
We finally get off the ground from DFW, and we breathe a sigh of relief. Let's relax and take it easy. We're on vacation, by gosh!
Greg's sitting in the window seat, checking the sights out the window. He turns to me and says, "We're heading west. That's not a good sign. That thunderstorm must be pretty bad if they're routing us west."
And it turns out, Greg's right.
Our flight was scheduled to leave at 2:35 p.m. When we arrived at the gate at about 2:00 p.m., the plane was already there. Good sign--we should be leaving ontime. Not really the case. No announcements about delays and we didn't board until about 2:30 p.m. Who should complain? Good gosh, we're all on our way to Mexico. How can we complain?
The flight's not really full at all. First class had two folks in it (note to self: find out how to get first class next time). Greg wanted the extra leg room at the emergency exit row so we asked for those assigned seats. Unfortunately, we were just one row off--the ladies behind us got the leg room while we got the row with two seats. Greg heard them make a comment, hoping that no one would sit in the empty seat by them. Greg offered to switch seats and we did! It worked out for all four of us.
And then we heard the dude in the seat behind Greg. Ouy! He was REALLY full of it! We really think he was psycho. But, I digress...
We finally get off the ground from DFW, and we breathe a sigh of relief. Let's relax and take it easy. We're on vacation, by gosh!
Greg's sitting in the window seat, checking the sights out the window. He turns to me and says, "We're heading west. That's not a good sign. That thunderstorm must be pretty bad if they're routing us west."
And it turns out, Greg's right.
// posted by Leenie @ 2:33 PM 
