This will be a long post so get ready



It is 6:15 a.m. in Richmond, Virginia, United States of America. My alarm rings, you know, one of those obnoxious ones. I am very excited, because I am on my way to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, United States of America, to play 45 holes of golf on Martin Luther King Jr. Weekend. I arrive at the airport at 7:00 in the morning for a 8:00 plane. Right on time, yes! We curbside check, and get to the gate at 7:15. A human come on the intercom (not one of those computer voices) and says:



That did not make much sense. Anyway, I get on the plane at 7:30 a.m. I say to my father:



The kiss of death .

At 7:40, the flight attendent says:



No one moves. After 10 minutes, the offer is gradually upped to 1000 "delta dollars". They find their voluenteer and that's that. Right?

Of course not

At 7:50, the gate agent (the same idiot who boarded all the zones at the same time) says (every word exactly):


I say to Dad:



My dad an I agree we are to hope for the best. Then the flight attendent announces that some smaller bags that can fit overhead and are in the cargo bay will be moved up. I see my small clothing bag come on in the hands of that idiot gate agent. But my dad's small bag does not come up so I figure they took off all they needed. Someone in the front row shouts (to gate agent):



I cheer him on

Then, the flight attendent, a very nice woman by the way, says that Delta knows that many of the passengers are on crusies and that their bags have not been taken off. I look at my dad, sure that our bags were taken off because most of the passengers were cruise passengers, and out golf bags were heavy.

So, pessimisticly, we take off and have a good filght.

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We land in Ft. Lauderdale and arrive in the baggage claim. The first two bags that come out are our two golf bags! YAY! But how stupid is that?!?! Anyway, ironicly, the bag left in Richmond is my dad's tiny travel bag. Sorry, but WHAT THE H***? I simply do not understand. Anyway, my dad's bag arrives at our lodging at 6 pm that night.

Oh yeah, remember all those cruise people? Half their bags were left in Richmond and they were forced to miss their boats!

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We had a great time, I, shooting 93, 91, 45 (9 holes) which is pretty good for me, as I like to play bogey golf at this young point in my career.




I know you are thinking ENOUGH ALREADY, but wait there's more!

We are on a connecting flight returning. We are to go from West Palm Beach (30 minutes from Ft. Lauderdale) to Atlanta to Richmond. I hate the Atlanta Airport. Anyway, Out flight is scheduled to leave West Palm at 6:15 p.m. We arrive at the gate at 5:15. The flight is delayed to 7:30. At this point, we are not going to make our connection in Atlanta. I ask dad weather we should just stay in Florida but he points out that we will have more options in Atlanta. I agree, and the plane is suddenly changed to a 7:05 departure time. We board, but don't really get in the air until 7:30. I watch "Walk the Line" on the plane, and try to forget the situation I am in.

We land, it is 9:25, our connection is at 9:30, it says closed. Great. We go to the ticketing and rebooking counter. There are fights going on, and police had to intervene in one colose to us. Wow. Anyway, my dad goes up to the agent and says the truth (really, not kidding):



The agent explains that the the AirTran and Dulles flights have already left, but she can get us in the Lynchburg flight that leaves in 5 minutes!.

My dad, not the fastest of all men, takes all my posessions, and I, getting the queue, begin the 1/4 mile sprint from A termamial to D terminal. I catch the tram, take it to C, where the doors won't close. I run to gate D 26 (the best part was the run up the 3 story elevator). I run up and say "Is this the flight to Lynchburg"? The gate agent says:
Are you (my last name, witheld for privacy)? I say yes, and my dad come up about 30 seconds later. To make a Starbucks snack and phone calls stories shorter, I will say that when we arrived at D 26 at 9:45, we did not take off until 11:20. We got to Lynchburg at 12:30 a.m. and drove to Richmond and arrived at 2:30 a.m.

Well I have had great service with Delta and AirTran... the only thing was I choosen for a "Random Search" () And the funny thing about random searches are that if you are Iraq or something its no longer a random search.... which is racists and really annoying and mocks the U.S. But anyways security these days....

This post has been edited by MaineFishing45: Mar 1 2006, 09:28 PM

Now THAT was an interesting story of sorts. I never took Delta myself, though....mainly because my dad was a pilot and flew us to our destination on a single engine aircraft (Piper or Cessna). That, and I've heard some horror stories about Delta. (Has anyone heard about what DELTA stands for...Don't Ever Leave The Airport)?

Well I used to fly Delta but now I fly SouthWest. I can't remember any bad services probably because I was either 5 and sleeping or not paying attention, or maybe like 8 or something. I do know they do tend to be late a lot. I feel bad for you. I hope they gave you an extra bag of peanuts I would reccomend SouthWest they are a pretty good company. I also live on the east coast, in Florida actually. I have taken them in and out of West Palm a couple times cause I used to live there.

Hopefully, SouthWest will come to Richmond some time soon...JetBlue is coming in March.

Awww, that was the most boringest crapest story i have ever heard. lol :D Joking.

So you mean, no wings falling off before you leave the ground?, or someone having a 'flight attack' mid flight and going crazy?

Tip: Dont ever make yourself an enermy to someone who works for the company, they all talk. Like loosing your bags unexpectably?

Wow, that Delta = Dont ever leave the airport was really funny, Lol. I remember when I was like 6 I would really like delta, especially because they had some sort of happy meal, and the lion was cool.

I heard something on the news that Delta and some other company is going to file for bankruptcy.

With a service that scary I wonder do their airplanes fly up to par with their reputation?