falconvalley
Absentee Dad of the OOTSK, Runner, Cat Frustrator
Maybe this served as a reminder for me, but I'm just lost here.
I was going to work, sitting in Detroit, waiting for my flight to CMH. I was around the A69 area, I think. I got a nice big burrito and went looking for a quiet area to eat this sucker. I was called back to the gate to receive my seat assignment and when I returned to the much less crowded gate, there was a young women on her knees, crying quite frantically. At first, I just sat down, not sure how to or if I should even handle this. She looked at me and I realized she needed help and I was the only one nearby. I stood up and she came over pleading for me to help her get on the flight that she was looking out at. It was a flight to Nashville. I guess her connection arrived late and I can only imagine that she must've had to run down the long, long terminal. Nobody was manning the terminal side of the gate anymore. The airplane was still receiving bags, but the cover was retracted on the jetway. However, the jetway hadn't moved yet, but it was clear the door on the plane was closed.
Another passenger approached us and said that he was supposed to be on the same flight and had walked across to the even gate side and the agents over there laughed at him. They laughed at him. Comeon...seriously?!? I know it's rough out there, but when is it ever appropriate to laugh at those who pay your wages.
I tried to get the agents at my gate to help, but they just referred me to the agents at the Nashville gate. We were in the window, trying to get the pilots' attention, but they weren't looking up. Fortunately, an agent (maybe who had been working this flight) appeared and got on the gate phone and opened the door.
I never did think of going over to the disrespectful agents but later that night, when I was trying to sleep, I couldn't because thinking of how things could have panned out just made me angry.
Why must we be so disrepectful of our fellow man/woman? All this woman wanted was to get to her daughter for her birthday. Regardless of whether it's possible to make things happen, a little care and attention goes a long way for everybody. Call me crazy, but I call it Karma and I believe in it.
I was going to work, sitting in Detroit, waiting for my flight to CMH. I was around the A69 area, I think. I got a nice big burrito and went looking for a quiet area to eat this sucker. I was called back to the gate to receive my seat assignment and when I returned to the much less crowded gate, there was a young women on her knees, crying quite frantically. At first, I just sat down, not sure how to or if I should even handle this. She looked at me and I realized she needed help and I was the only one nearby. I stood up and she came over pleading for me to help her get on the flight that she was looking out at. It was a flight to Nashville. I guess her connection arrived late and I can only imagine that she must've had to run down the long, long terminal. Nobody was manning the terminal side of the gate anymore. The airplane was still receiving bags, but the cover was retracted on the jetway. However, the jetway hadn't moved yet, but it was clear the door on the plane was closed.
Another passenger approached us and said that he was supposed to be on the same flight and had walked across to the even gate side and the agents over there laughed at him. They laughed at him. Comeon...seriously?!? I know it's rough out there, but when is it ever appropriate to laugh at those who pay your wages.
I tried to get the agents at my gate to help, but they just referred me to the agents at the Nashville gate. We were in the window, trying to get the pilots' attention, but they weren't looking up. Fortunately, an agent (maybe who had been working this flight) appeared and got on the gate phone and opened the door.
I never did think of going over to the disrespectful agents but later that night, when I was trying to sleep, I couldn't because thinking of how things could have panned out just made me angry.
Why must we be so disrepectful of our fellow man/woman? All this woman wanted was to get to her daughter for her birthday. Regardless of whether it's possible to make things happen, a little care and attention goes a long way for everybody. Call me crazy, but I call it Karma and I believe in it.