When Things Fall Apart
October 27, 2009
My travel home began from New Delhi, India at 12:50 am on Sunday, October 25th and was to end the same day in Minneapolis at about 6:30 pm with a 90 minute flight from Chicago to Minneapolis on a Northwest Airlink flight operated by Mesaba Airlines. I had already received notification of a free upgrade to First Class so anticipated this final flight in style and maybe…a meal!
The eight hour flight from Delhi to Amsterdam was full but went to plan. In fact I was surprised to have about three inches of space between my knees and the seat in front of me – usually there is none. I had a 7 hour layover then followed by another 8-hour flight to Chicago which was also full but smooth. We landed on time and arrived at the International terminal. Formalities were quick but on leaving Customs I was surprised to find that Delta/Northwest does not have an agent to recheck bags on to connecting flights as in other gateway cities. So, informed by an American Airlines employee, I had to lug my suitcase on the monorail to Terminal 2 to give it to Northwest for the Minneapolis flight.
On arrival at the Northwest check in counter I was informed that my flight to Minneapolis had been canceled (no reason given) but that I had been rebooked on Delta via their Atlanta hub. Atlanta is a 90-minute flight in directly the opposite direction to Minneapolis - southeast instead of northwest. Despite the merger of the two airlines, Delta is still in a different terminal from Northwest in Chicago and since my flight was leaving in an hour the agent told me "you need to hustle over to Terminal 3 to check in".
So back to the monorail with my luggage which requires two escalator rides. At the top of the second escalator leading down to the platform I dropped my carryon bags. They got stuck at the top while I went down to the platform with my suitcase. I left my suitcase on the platform and hurried back the up escalator to find a group of people huddled at the top of the down escalator looking at the escalator moving under my carryon and computer bags sprawled across it. I apologized and struggled to get everything under control and headed on down to reconnect with my suitcase. I took the monorail to Terminal 3, negotiated the escalators without mishap, and hustled to the Delta check in where I was welcomed by an agent who looked every bit 75 years old (no offense but she was about the oldest agent I have met).
Bev found my new Delta reservation but the new ticket had not been issued so she spent several minutes doing same. She got to the end and the computer did not take the entry so she started again. It worked! But then she had to issue me a paper ticket (remember this is between two airlines who are merging) to attach to the boarding pass to validate it. While she seemed to know what she was doing she was not in any hurry to do it. After more precious minutes than I wanted to see fly by I finally got my ticket and boarding pass and then joined the slowest security line of the century. When I finally got to him the Transportation Security Administration (TSA) agent barked at me for not having my passport opened at the details page. I tried to explain my lack of preparedness but realized he didn't care about my problems and I would probably feel that way too if all I did all day long was to check boarding passes against ID's!
Fearing that I was cutting it close as the minutes ticked away I nevertheless quickly popped into a rest room for a much needed pause and stopped to buy a much needed bottle of water! It took the lady way too long to make change for my $20 but I finally reached the gate only to find that the incoming aircraft was just arriving. So I actually got to sit down for a few minutes. Turnaround was quick and the Atlanta flight was soon boarding. Much to my delight I had made it to the first class cabin. So I enjoyed seat 4A in a CRJ-900 (my first, I believe) on a clear day to Atlanta - a 90 minute flight. We actually landed in Atlanta about 25 minutes early so with a 35 minute connection I had nearly an hour. Not so fast, jet fuel breath!
After a long taxi around the end of the runways we arrived in the vicinity of our gate to find it still occupied with the previous flight. Not only that, the plane had "several problems" and apparently was going nowhere soon. Atlanta is an extremely busy airport and this was a busy time of day. We sat out on the apron as the "company" looked for another gate. Bingo – after ten minutes or so one was found but required another period of taxiing. Things were looking up. Eventually we got to the gate which was now on the same concourse as my departing flight and my Minneapolis flight was due out in 30 minutes. Still time. Not so fast, pretzel breath!
The jet way at that gate turned out not have power so could not be moved to the plane. Maybe that's why it was available! After another ten minutes they finally figured it out. I had yet to pick up my carryon bag as it was a small plane and it had to be tagged as I boarded and put below. I emerged from the jet way with 5 minutes until my Minneapolis flight departed. We had parked at gate A31 and I had to get to A6, almost to the other end. I arrived at the gate just as the flight had closed. The agent rebooked me on the last Minneapolis flight of the day in 90 minutes at the next concourse over but I was on standby as the flight was oversold as it was.
I headed over there and waited. Your place on the standby list is determined by the class of your ticket (cheap), your status with the airline (gold) and the details of your situation (pretty strong case!). I was number 2 out of 28 on the standby list. However, close was not enough and the flight left without me. I was rebooked on to the first flight on Monday at 6:15 am. The gate agent told us to see the agent at the end of the concourse. There was only one at that station and she was soon overwhelmed. She told us to go out to the agents in the check-in area. I showed up at the first class section (to which I am entitled by virtue of my gold status) and asked for a hotel for the night. The best they could offer me was $50 off a Ramada room. I wasn’t going to argue ( I was being served by a trainee under the watchful eye of a trainer) but anticipated I would write to Delta about the whole episode and kindly ask for a full refund of my Atlanta costs. As it turned out Ramada only charges Delta $40 for a room so I had nothing to pay.
I caught the Ramada bus, was given a room, and got to bed around 11:30pm. got about 4 hours sleep and caught the first bus back to the airport just after 4 am. Robert took care of me very efficiently and I am writing this as we fly bumpily over Chicago en route to Minneapolis, due to land in about an hour. However I missed a first class seat by one - I was the next in line when the seats were all taken. So I am sitting in 29B, a middle seat, my first in many, many years. I should be home about 14 hours later than planned but with another story to tell!
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Epilogue: We arrived in Minneapolis on time! And my suitcase was waiting for me here. I believe that it made the transfer in Atlanta when I did not because the luggage was offloaded from our flight while they were trying to fix the jet way. So much for not allowing luggage to fly without its owner – not sure if that remains a rule or not.
Observations:
1. Why, you may ask, didn't you take one of the three Northwest non-stop flights from Amsterdam to Minneapolis instead of connecting through Chicago? This is a good question. When my ticket was booked, quite late in the process, our travel department discovered that we could save about $2,000 by making the connections instead of using the high-demand non-stops. This seemed to be an amount worth saving while for $200 I probably would not have risked the potential hazards of adding connections. Before we criticize ministries or non-profit agencies for not always buying the very cheapest ticket between point A and B let us remember that money is not the only factor involved. Had my flight from Minneapolis to Newark at the beginning of my trip been canceled we would have lost a lot more than the money saved with missed connections and missed appointments. Fortunately the canceled flight came at the end of my trip.
2. It seems that travelers and those who serve travelers are tense. Everyone is tense – it’s a tough environment. Travel is a hassle. Flights are almost always full, overhead bins are crammed, gate agents are pressed to make on-time departures, and travelers are generally only concerned about their situation and not the bigger picture. I watched a young lady cuss and swear at a young Ramada Hotel receptionist because Delta had not, as required, entered her name on the voucher for a room, thus not making it valid. She took all her frustration with Delta out on the hotel employee who had absolutely nothing to do with the error. Generally the mistake is not the fault of the person who is serving us directly. Screaming at them, and I have been known to get upset at agents, is counterproductive.
3. The airlines are losing money. But every flight I take is full to the last seat. The KLM jumbo which I flew from Amsterdam to Chicago had as little leg room as I have experienced on a major airline. There’s something wrong with this picture. In Amsterdam commented to an agent helping is make sure we had our papers in order as we stood in the security line that I could not understand how flights could all be so full and yet the airlines are not making profits. He responded that fares are too low so that the ticket income from a full flight may still not cover the costs of that flight. I think this is the result of two things – travelers expect more for less and employees (the largest cost of most companies) expect more than the company can afford. As long as we as a population refuse to see the big picture and all be willing to make some sacrifice we will continue to see things get worse. This applies to so much in our society. We cannot afford as a nation and a developed world to continue to live at the levels of luxury we enjoy without facing consequences. If we don’t get together and agree to common sacrifice it will eventually be forced on us or our children and grandchildren. We must use our heads more than our hearts in evaluating the world we live in and the lifestyles we enjoy.
‘Nuff said for now!