LittleFluffyCloud

skeptic transformed.

ok, i admit it. i'm a continental-elite status-i-only-walk-on-blue-carpets snob. i cried the entire time enroute to hobby airport, and actually sort of not really had a panic attack as to how i would manage to survive a flight on southwest airlines.

i have always flown continental. since it's based out of houston, i think most people i know do the same. and given my ocd tendencies, switching airlines is WAY out of my comfort zone. which is never a good thing.
and in recent years, the peters have leapt into elite status and have been flying first-class on our latest excursions. not that we can afford it, but we do it anyways. i just have to turn an extra trick or two on the weekends.

so 3 days after getting back from europe, it was time to jet off to vegas to see our friends get married. they were flying southwest, so we decided that would be fun to fly with them.
until about 3 hours before the flight, i started freaking out:

• how do they check luggage? do they just toss it on a plane and hope it gets there?
• who works the counters? is it only retards and people missing vital appendages?
• what is this about no assigned seating? will it be as insane as a nordstrom's shoe sale? should i bring my gun?
• do they serve food on the plane? or do they just dump a pile of pb&j sandwiches on the floor and it's first come-first serve? (actually, i love pb&j, so i secretly hope this one's true)
  

all very valid concerns.

so we're driving into the airport. since there's only one terminal... well parking was, EASY. given the insanity that is intercontinental's maze of terminals, easy parking is not something we're used to. plus, the arm just lifted for us (no ticket), as it just read our tollbooth eztag. um, wow.
i pre-printed our boarding passes, so we ease into the check-in line, no wait.
the counter lady (she's normal-looking), smiles and checks our bags, without even weighing them. what?! no holding our breath to see if we make the 50 lb limit?!
2 seconds later, we're already on our way.

a lady approaches us with a clipboard... oh, here it is. the catch.

clipboard chick: "would you mind sparing a few minutes to answer a few questions?"
me: "sorry, we're in a bit of a hurry. i haven't had my morning vodka yet, and i'm about to start experiencing withdrawals."
cc: "that's ok. i'll walk with you."
me: "whatever."
cc: "how was your check-in experience?"
me: "fine."
cc: "did you wait long?"
me: "nope."
cc: "great! thanks for your time, and here's 4 free drink coupons for your trouble. have a nice flight!"

bryan and i look at eachother... normally we would high-five under such circumstances, but we would never let anyone see us enjoying ourselves at hobby airport.

security. we're sure to run into some snags here. no one breezes into an airport this quickly and easily and scores free drinks without any problems.

dammit! no line, no hassle. if i have to start liking southwest, i will be one pissed off blonde. no one takes me out of my comfort zone and gets me to like it!

but alas, the ease and comfort continue. fast boarding, leather seats, friendly stewards, plentiful pillows, and strong drinks were the theme of this flight. and dare i say it... i am pretty sure the seats recline a good 1-2 inches more than continental's. *quickly begging forgiveness from the blue carpet gods*

so basically, it was a cheap flight with no inconvenience. and i might venture as far as to say that hobby airport isn't as dirty as i had thought.

so would i be an idiot to go back to continental and my blue carpet status? sure i would. but that won't stop me. at least i'll be an idiot with big tits.

posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2008