I’m up in the air at the moment. Literally. Flying from Phoenix to Houston. Two places I enjoy. Even in 100-degree weather. Reminds me of Athens. Not Mykonos, though, because there we have
sea breezes. Do you hear the audible sigh?
Scottsdale is home to my US publisher, Poisoned Pen Press,
and they’re terrific people. I always
enjoy my time there…even did a video broadcast
of my book event this past Wednesday night at the Poisoned Pen bookstore. But next time there’s a filming I’ll remember
to hold in my belly. Too much Mexican
food on this tour.
In Houston it will be all about grandfatherly joy. Okay,
fatherly, too, son. The grandkids are
growing up—five and three. Life is good
(puh, puh, puh).
Except if you have to fly anywhere in the US on a US
carrier. What is it with these folks? They remind me of an old story my Dad used to
tell about the art of negotiating. A
fellow walks into an optometrist looking to buy a pair of glasses and it goes
something like this:
Buyer: “Hi, I’m looking to buy a pair of
inexpensive sunglasses. Nothing special.
Just something that will do the job.”
Seller: “Sure,
I can set you up. What kind of frame would you like?”
Buyer: “Like I said. ‘Cheap.’”
Seller: “Absolutely, I get you. How are
these?”
Buyer: “How much?
Seller: “$50.”
Buyer: “Sounds reasonable, I’ll take them.”
Seller: “My pleasure. Now, what about lenses?
Buyer: “What do you mean?”
Seller: “Well, with fine frames like this we
generally recommend lenses.”
Buyer: “I thought they’d come with lenses.”
Seller: “Not
at the price I’m giving you for the frames.”
Buyer: “How
much for the lenses?”
Seller: “$50.”
Buyer: “Okay.”
Seller: “Each.”
I’m sure you get the idea, though the story goes on from
there to lens coatings, to “Would you like screws to hold the frames to the
optional temples?” to a “free” eye exam—“Since you’re buying such a fine pair
of glasses shouldn’t we check to make sure you don’t need prescription lenses?”—
etcetera, concluding with, “Now let’s protect your investment with an
appropriate case.”
Little did I realize back then how Dad’s advice would be
adopted by today’s US airlines. “You’re travelling across the country and want
to check a bag?” it will cost you. “Your bag is two pounds overweight,” it will
cost you. “You’re more than six feet
tall and want additional leg room so you’ll not need wheel chair assistance at
the other end?” it will cost you. “You
want to eat something more than peanuts during your hours in confinement [the
plane I’m currently on said nuts to nuts—take water and like it]?” it will cost
you.
As for the opportunity carriers now offer passengers to
purchase early boarding privileges or subscribe to some high interest bearing credit
card they’re hawking that includes that benefit, what they’re actually saying
is: “If you want room in the overhead
rack for that carryon we say you can carry on (one they keep reducing in size to
the undoubted unbounded joy of luggage manufacturers), you better buy this
feature.”
Yes, I know all about airline clubs and frequent flyer
programs, but unless you’re prepared to join a fleet of clubs or fly
sufficiently on one or two lines to amass the required status, you’re left to
perhaps one of those credit card companies offering “select” privileges at
airline clubs. What is meant by “select”
too often means “Select another way inside, fellow, because we no longer honor
that program,” or “We only honor the ‘supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
version’ of that card,” or “Sorry, that doesn’t apply to this airport, we’re a
private lounge.”
And pity the poor soul on a plane today who has no credit
card to slip and slide for all the joys of flying offered for a price in
today’s skies. Frankly, I’m surprised
there’s not a credit card slot required for toilet time, though I’m sure that’s
been considered. It seems the only thing
that’s free these days on many carriers is the video we’re all required to
watch of the airline’s CEO touting planned “modernization” which, in airline terminology
means, “We’re about to offer you a lot less service at a much greater price.”
We’re about to land. So
the rant is over. Until the next leg…assuming
I can move the ones I brought with me.
But I’ll be up and moving today (Saturday) at 4:30PM at
Murder by the Book in Houston, Texas.
And don’t worry, cash is still accepted there.
Jeff—Saturday
