We're Back! And Continental Airlines SUCKS
Topic: Housekeeping
After a semi-enjoyable work trip to West Palm Beach, Fla., we've returned to Texas where we soon realized it was hotter than two rats humping in a wool sock as soon as we stepped outside of the terminal. The following story is in regard to why Continental is the worst airline we have ever traveled on. A time line is included to show why our anger level rose so high.
2:00AM EST: We arrive back in the Hampton Inn in Wellington, Fla., which is an incredibly nice establishment. Brand new, lots of horse paintings, and the world's weirdest statue garden outside of the window that made it appear that the hotel was being attacked by giant ants and headless dogs that have been speared by twelve foot poles. Then the time changes to 3:00AM. Goddamn daylight savings time.
3:30AM EST: After packing and down two beers, we fall sleep.
4:30AM EST: The bastard alarm wakes us up and we groggily get up, down a bottle of water and head downstairs, leaving our toiletries in the bathroom because of our one hour of sleep.
5:30AM EST: After dropping off the rental car, we load on the bus and head to the terminal.
6:30AM EST: The plane loads on time and everything is set to go. Airport security wasn't bad and there was an entire team of hot college chicks on the flight sitting around us who complimented us on our Chuck Taylors. Not a bad start to a trip.
8:32AM CST: We arrive in Houston and bust ass across the airport because our connecting flight on Continental Express leaves at 9:15AM.
Here's where things go shitwire.
8:45AM CST: The airline says there is a mechanical problem and they need thirty minutes to fix it, pushing back our departure time. We say okay and go find some yogurt.
9:15AM CST: The airline says they need thirty more minutes. Perturbed, but fine with that, we sit down.
9:45AM CST: Our flight changes gates. We take off before they decide to leave without us.
10:15AM CST: It didn't really change gates. They screwed up. The bald fatty at the original gate responds to our inquiry about the status of our flight with the following response: "It's ready when it's ready." We get pissed at the rudeness.
10:30AM CST: They announce another 30 minute delay because they don't have a part to fix... the wing. By the way, this is when we were supposed to originally land in Dallas. Bitches.
10:35AM CST: We head to the ticket counter to see if we can switch to a different flight, since two more flights for Dallas have already taken off. These flights were supposed to have departed after ours. The woman behind the ticket counter rudely tells us that if we want to get to Dallas faster, we should rent a car. We spit our some four letter words in a rather obnoxious tone and storm off to vent to our mother.
11:00AM CST: The airline announces that we'll be boarding soon. Rather than keeping four other flights an extra fifteen minutes, they make us wait for 30 more and load them first. Our anger grows.
11:30AM CST: We board the plane next to a nice young woman who's boyfriend has just departed for Iraq. She has the cutest son in the world who we tickle throughout the flight. Her kid loves us. The flight is delayed in departure by twenty minutes because they have a mechanical problem on the new plane.
12:30PM CST: Homeland security tells our pilot that our plane was too high in the air during descent and we have to circle for fifteen minutes while they get new clearance. Bitches.
12:45PM CST: We land, pick up our bags, and realize that our lighter has no fluid. No on-the-way-home smoke for us. It's approximately 100 degrees in the parking garage. We also pay $112 to get our car out of the airport. Bitches.
1:15PM CST: We get home, three hours later than we were supposed to have because Continental Airlines has the rudest, most incompetent employees on the face of the Earth.
This airline sucks. Not only did they not even come close to getting our flight in on time, but they didn't care, were very impatient and rude with us, and then made jokes about it in flight. Fuck Continental Express. It is now our life's work to take away every single one of their customers that we possibly can.
But we're home now and about to go to sleep, with visions of an angry bitch-slapping of every Continental employee dancing through our heads.
CLIFF NOTES VERSION: Continental Airlines royally screwed our flight home. They should change their name to Fuckstick Airlines. We've had one hour of sleep in 48 hours and are going to bed. Good night, and see you tomorrow afternoon.
Posted by James
at 12:22 AM CDT