Yep! You guessed it. I was on holiday recently and have returned more than just a little pissed off about airline companies!
The trouble started when I thought that flying out of Dublin Airport would be a "good" idea. Ohh how wrong I was!
Having confirmed my departure details, I figured that all would be fine for the negotiation of Dublin airport. Task one was to go to Checkin area 14, which would in most cases mean that when in the vacinity of check-ins 1-13, that checkin 14 would be nearby! Nope, not in Dublin airport it isn't! Check-in 14 is on an entirely different floor altogether, if you didn't already know!
After negotiating that particular hurdle you then need to engage your skills as a cryptographer and negotiate the departure gates. Reason would dictate that the gates would be run in a sequence of A, B, C and D. Not in Dublin Airport. Somebody saw fit to mark the gates in a sequence of A, C, B, D. Not sure why, but clearly the mastermind behind that one was what society refers to as "Special".
After about 20 minutes of waiting at the departure date, the delightful lady with the nassal Irish brogue, announces over the tannoy, that "We are now boarding passengers with priority passses and young children". I know! Talk about a classic case of discrimination against the able-bodied! Aside from the blatant discrimination, some of the people have children that look like they just sat their GCSE exams!
Finally, the rest of us 2nd class citizens are told we can board the plane. Nice and easy, since we all have full use of our limbs and just want to get to where we are going. Once on board the plane the situation has become instantly apparent. Those priority passengers with young children that boarded before me, are now sitting as far away from their bastard children as possible. Quite simply this means that their hideous spawn are going to spend the next two hours, kicking the back of my chair, making as much noise as possible and doing their damnedest to piss me off!
I always wondered why people completely lose it on planes and try to open the doors in mid-air. Finally, I have managed to answer my own question. It has nothing to do with recycled air or anything technical like that, it is simply caused by the irritating off-spring of the people at the rear of the plane!
Anyway, I'm off! If you have any issues with the statements and outrageous claims within, let me know and I will be sure to send a response detailing why you should be beaten to death with a rubber hose!
The trouble started when I thought that flying out of Dublin Airport would be a "good" idea. Ohh how wrong I was!
Having confirmed my departure details, I figured that all would be fine for the negotiation of Dublin airport. Task one was to go to Checkin area 14, which would in most cases mean that when in the vacinity of check-ins 1-13, that checkin 14 would be nearby! Nope, not in Dublin airport it isn't! Check-in 14 is on an entirely different floor altogether, if you didn't already know!
After negotiating that particular hurdle you then need to engage your skills as a cryptographer and negotiate the departure gates. Reason would dictate that the gates would be run in a sequence of A, B, C and D. Not in Dublin Airport. Somebody saw fit to mark the gates in a sequence of A, C, B, D. Not sure why, but clearly the mastermind behind that one was what society refers to as "Special".
After about 20 minutes of waiting at the departure date, the delightful lady with the nassal Irish brogue, announces over the tannoy, that "We are now boarding passengers with priority passses and young children". I know! Talk about a classic case of discrimination against the able-bodied! Aside from the blatant discrimination, some of the people have children that look like they just sat their GCSE exams!
Finally, the rest of us 2nd class citizens are told we can board the plane. Nice and easy, since we all have full use of our limbs and just want to get to where we are going. Once on board the plane the situation has become instantly apparent. Those priority passengers with young children that boarded before me, are now sitting as far away from their bastard children as possible. Quite simply this means that their hideous spawn are going to spend the next two hours, kicking the back of my chair, making as much noise as possible and doing their damnedest to piss me off!
I always wondered why people completely lose it on planes and try to open the doors in mid-air. Finally, I have managed to answer my own question. It has nothing to do with recycled air or anything technical like that, it is simply caused by the irritating off-spring of the people at the rear of the plane!
Anyway, I'm off! If you have any issues with the statements and outrageous claims within, let me know and I will be sure to send a response detailing why you should be beaten to death with a rubber hose!
