Tuesday, 13 March 2007

Grand fromage

I'm waitlisted for a flight tomorrow. When I booked the flight I was waitlisted 15. After checking today I've not moved closer to flying, I'm now waitlisted 16.

What the hell is up with that?

I know that I should have moved smidgen up the list over the last week because people book flights on the off chance and then cancel when plans firm up. But the fact I've moved down means there are more important people than me that want to fly.

'Cos 'tis company plane see. Yes, really, the company has it's own airline. I know it's a bit bizarre but we had so many people going to and fro it made sense to provide the transport rather than rely on commercial schedules.

So my trip to the Deutschland is clearly not going to happen because people with more stripes, and there are a lot of them (I am a mere minion), have had me, and a lot of others, bumped.

The really depressing thing about this is that they always save about three seats for the big boys (there aren't any big girls - or hardly any) which means there must be loads of grand fromage pushing and shoving their way to the front of the queue.

Well can get on their stinky cheesy plane. I didn't want to go anyway.

2 comments:

northernlight said...

Did you make it to the land of Nina and her 99 Red Balloons?

Ann said...

No - couldn't be bothered to make it to the airport.