Would four ounces of chicken noodle soup cure a cold?

So I arrive at LAX a good two and a half hours before my flight. The airline suggests two hours, but why not be safe with a little extra time? I pop in line to check my bag, hand my ticket and passport to the lady, and then wait. I wait much longer than I should. The neighboring employees have helped at least three people during my time at the desk. During my five minutes of waiting, I start building a whole story about this woman in my head. How she was able to get this high security job, why her right hand is bandaged, who the person is on the button she’s wearing. Then, just as I’m about to check my watch, she informs me my flight to Dublin has been cancelled, but she got me on a flight later today. She wasn’t inept at her job; she was trying to find me another flight all that time!

I’ll tell you someone who wasn’t as helpful to me: the pilot in Chicago who “called in sick,” thus cancelling my flight. Can pilots even call in sick? And if they can, isn’t there some reserve of other pilots to step up in a pinch? It’s crazy to think an entire flight could get cancelled because one guy woke up with the sniffles. Maybe his sickness is more severe than that. Maybe he had food poisining or something. But if that’s the case, then some dude in Illinois who undercooked a piece of chicken has singlehandedly delayed international travel for hundreds of people. That doesn’t seem right. I don’t know if the pilot’s phlegmy cough qualifies as an “act of God,” so we’ll see if my strongly worded letter will get me anything free from the airline for my inconvenience. Just goes to show you can control a lot when you travel, but you can’t control someone else’s immune system.

Apr 2010
POSTED BY travelbugrobert

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