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February 17, 2023

I fondly remember flying Eastern Airlines from Miami to New York when I was a child. My dad made me put on a sport coat and tie, we rode to the airport, left our car in the small parking lot off Northwest 36th St., handed our bags to the clerk and boarded the DC 6 and were on our way. While on the plane, we were served with real food, on a linen tablecloth, and Eastern Airlines cutlery that included glassware and a hot entree. Dad had a complimentary Scotch and Soda, his drink of choice. The seats were spacious and comfortable and the flight attendants cheerful and buoyant. And that was not first class.


Last Sunday, November 30th my wife and I, after a family reunion, were to return home on an Air France flight from Paris to Miami.


Arriving at Charles de Gaulle Airport three hours early to enable us to do some leisurely duty-free shopping and relax before the flight, we were greeted by a throng of perhaps 1000 people checking in to various flights, and only two ticket agents at the counter. (There were places for at least 10 agents.) The lines were totally gridlocked. The sight was horrifying. People, all in the same queue, resembled an assemblage of chickens in an industrial coop on a Perdue chicken farm (at which animal rights activists are concerned mightily about cruelty to animals)  But I digress. 


After fuming in the lines for about a half an hour and going nowhere, I proceeded to the counter to complain to the station manager. He apologized, but had advised my wife "he had no personnel." Enraged, I told him he should be sacked straight away.


A few feet away were some Air France people who were standing around doing nothing at the First Class check in area. When I remarked that they should go over and help the others check the passengers in he said, "That's not my job."


Advised that the flight would be delayed because of the overly lengthy check in times, we thought we would have time to shop and catch the plane.  The check in process consisted of going to a bank of boarding pass machines, some of which were out of order or concealed by the throng, and no one to direct on using them or guide us through the process, then standing in another line to deposit one's bags.


By this time, 2 1/2 hours had passed and the information supplied by the check in agent that the flight would be delayed because of the length of check in turned out to be deceptive misinformation deliberately calculated to assuage an angry slew of passengers.  The few check in agents were overwhelmed by total managerial incompetence, and disdainful of angry customers.  "I am just one person," was the contemptuous response from one of the clerks.


After this passage through a depressing medieval Star Chamber clearly designed for religious heretics, we had to race down the one mile walkway, and then catch a train to the terminal. Along the way. we walked at break neck pace past shops we wanted to visit, but barely had time to make our plane, before they closed the doors. Chock full of people most of whom had already boarded from connecting flights, the overhead racks were full and we had to struggle to find a place for our carry-on bags. As we had passed through business and first class seating, we envied the priced-out-of-reach wide seats, some of which could be beds during the ten hour flight to Miami and the condescension of the first class passengers, who clearly felt superior. But they were not, they just had paid an unconscionable amount of money simply to be treated as human beings.


One cannot not justify the multi thousand-dollar price difference between the classes. After all this was not a two-week cruise where some semblance of a rationale for the price could be made. And being over 70 years old and wanting to have enough money to retire without living in the street is a reasonable argument for pragmatism.


As we struggled to our seats, they narrowed to the extent that anyone over the size of a Hobbit could fit. In addition, I suffer from a bad back, a result of back surgery that limits my sitting time.  The armrests squeezed my hips and I knew that for ten hours, I would be crushed in an orthopedic vice, not to mention my knees colliding with the seat in front. Fortunately there was a nice young man in front of me who did not recline after I had knocked the wine off my tray table (if you want to call it that), spilling it on the passenger next to me, a pleasant German fellow who said he would not send me the cleaning bill.


My wife wrote a letter of complaint to the Air France and their apology consisted of an offer of a $50 gift certificate for her inconvenience. Thanks a lot. Two first class tickets would be an apology. A $50 gift certificate is an insult, and further evidence of the contempt with which the airlines regard their customers.

This is not a unique story and I know that I hate air travel more and more.



Update December 9: Since I wrote this rant, I received a slew of emails from readers who shared experiences not dissimilar to mine. 

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