When I fly, I like the new process on most airlines to pay a nominal fee for roomier seats and being closer to the front of the plane. I don’t like to feel confined in a small space in a metal tube moving at 400+ MPH. Before this new option, you needed to be an airline’s preferred customer to be seated in an exit row, or in the front three isles. I never was any airline carrier’s preferred customer. On the contrary, if US Air sees my name on the flight list, the computers are programmed to give me the last row, middle seat. Paranoid? Hardly. Years ago I gave an agent by the name of Kyle a very difficult time on the phone because I had a legitimate complaint concerning a then upcoming flight and the man refused to understand or care about my logical and beautifully described problem. When I knew my case was falling on deaf ears, I threatened Kyle of a week of bad publicity for both him and US AIR unless he immediately changed his ways and agreed with me. At the time, I was a morning-drive radio talk show host in the Florida Panhandle. Kyle wasn’t impressed. Ever since, Kyle, probably promoted, knows when I am flying on his airline. Delusional? I don’t think so. The last time I flew US Air, during a portion of the trip that was very bumpy, a steward came to me and told me even though the “seat belt light” was on I should feel free to move about the cabin, which in my case, meant moving only forward. Kyle is alive and well!
I flew between Connecticut and Florida today, and at the airport I noticed a little girl (pictured below and who I nicknamed “Cutie”), guessing three years old, in her stroller, using a cell phone. I watched Cutie off and on for about twenty minutes; all the while she was using the phone and swiping a lot. At one point, another three old old with a pacifier (who I named “Baby Girl”) toddled over to Cutie, making sounds that I’m guessing asked Cutie if she wanted to play with a new friend, or at least if she wanted to have a taste of a delicious pacifier. Cutie reluctantly looked up, noticed Baby Girl, and immediately returned to whatever the task-at-hand was. Baby Girl drooled a little, and made a beeline towards the boarding gate, and almost made it before Mom caught up. Cutie eventually had to give up the phone, as our flight was eventually ready, and I never did see what Cutie was doing that kept her attention for so long. Oh God, I hope she wasn’t blogging! What if she was? What if Cutie has more followers and the whole time was answering fan comments? What if she is related somehow to Kyle? I hate three year olds.