Airlines want full planes, not happy passengers

Posted by Admin on February 13, 2018
Flying, WTF? / Comments Off on Airlines want full planes, not happy passengers

AAEver since the merging with US Airways, American Airlines’ primary objective seems to be filling every possible seat and flying their planes as full as possible. Actually, all airlines try to do this, and the biggest of them (AA and UA) put their full planes (read: their profits) ahead of their customers by overselling the heck out of each flight, and having many passengers eagerly waiting for a seat on “standby”.  The problem here is that if you miss a connection, you’re basically screwed because they’re giving away your seat and you’re going to sit on your hands hoping to get a seat at some point, somehow, to your final destination.  To hell with your vacation or work plans.

I had this epiphany a few weeks after swapping air travel stories with another passenger during a Southwest flight from LGA to DEN.

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Jet Blue is doing it right

Posted by Admin on June 20, 2016
Flying, Travel / Comments Off on Jet Blue is doing it right

JetBlue-LogoRecently, I’ve been flying a lot on JetBlue and Southwest.  This month, I’ve booked two trips with JB. That’s right, I’m turning my back on Priority Status with AA because JetBlue schedules are better, fares are lower, and their seats are more comfortable.

Over all, I’ve been very happy with JB. Then, on June 19th, 2016, this happened: I was greeted by a Jet Blue pilot who was commuting home (on this very same flight, a month ago). He recognized me (probably because I talked his ears off last time) and he wished me a happy Father’s Day.  Hey, I know that’s no big deal, but I’m like a kid in a candy store when I get to chit chat with professional pilots about airplanes and about their jobs. So for this guy to acknowledge me made my day.

After we arrived, like a knucklehead, I’m the guy who left my phone in the seat-back pocket. Of course I was in a hurry to exit because I had to pee for about 2 states!  And I didn’t realize I had left my phone until I exited the secure area at Dulles airport.  No way to double back to the gate!  UGH!  So I went to the check-in counter and asked the agent for help.  He made a call and asked me to take a seat. 2 minutes later, he came over and told me they found the phone and to go to the office by baggage claim to retrieve it. By the time I got there, the phone was waiting for me.

Dear Jet Blue, you’re doing it right!

E-Mail Addresses for Cell Phones

Posted by Admin on October 22, 2015
IT / Comments Off on E-Mail Addresses for Cell Phones

Email Addresses for cell phones

Alltel: 123-456-7890@message.alltel.com
AT&T: 123-456-7890@txt.att.net  or  123-456-7890@mms.att.net
Boost Mobile: 123-456-7890@myboostmobile.com
Nextel: 123-456-7890@messaging.nextel.com
Sprint PCS: 123-456-7890@messaging.sprintpcs.com
T-Mobile: 123-456-7890@tmomail.net
US Cellular: 123-456-7890@email.uscc.net  or  123-456-7890@mms.uscc.net
Verizon: 123-456-7890@vtext.com  or  123-456-7890@vzwpix.com (mms)
Virgin Mobile USA
: 123-456-7890@mms.uscc.netvmobl.com

Not loving it. Definitely not.

Posted by Admin on January 30, 2015
Eats / Comments Off on Not loving it. Definitely not.

An open letter to McDonald’s

McDonald'sI just saw a McDonald’s commercial, in which you show Quarter Pounder with cheese, wrapped with your whole “loving it” campaign.  Then I thought about all those reports how your earnings are down 20% in recent time.  Forgetting for a moment how the stock price is up about 50% in the past 5 years, let me give you my explanation for your one-fifth decline in business.

Everyone knows your commercials are a lie.

Your new marketing plan is intended to lure back the people who have abandoned the brand – people just like me.  Your commercial shows a beautiful sandwich being assembled with tasty-looking ingredients.  McDonald’s has also been struggling to “enhance” its menu with healthier foods, but the attrition is not slowing.  Why?

Allow me to explain.

In the real world, your food looks nothing like it does in commercials.  It’s smashed, smushed, smaller, rushed and definitely not as tasty-looking, or as tasty as I had hoped it would be.

I’ve got guilt issues here.

Your commercial is all warm and fuzzy.  Yay!  No guilt!  But I don’t feel it because I want a cheeseburger, and cheeseburgers aren’t a healthy choice, so I feel guilty.  And if I’m going to eat one, it’s had better be a damn good cheeseburger, made with real food.  I’m not going to go eat bread that doesn’t mold, meat that doesn’t rot, with a side of fries that come from potatoes that will never sprout, and an HFCS-laden beverage that will do more to hurt my insides than just about anything else the FDA claims humans can be fed.  Then there are the sub-par wages and working conditions for your employees.  I’m just not lovin’ it.

If you want to know how a burger should taste, go have a Five Guys.

Yes, I said that.  And if you sold burgers that taste like that, and doubled-down with organic meat and bread and toppings, and fries made from organic potatoes… I’d be in for a number-one-combo today.

You already know this is true, because you dumped your holdings in Chipotle when they refused to lower their food standards and combine their food sourcing and distribution with yours.

You’re just afraid of reinventing the wheel.  I’m sure the brand purists don’t want you to change.  Well, newsflash: the crap you serve today is not what you served 50 years ago.  I’ll concede that this is largely due to the commercialization of the food production industry. But you’ve just made it worse by cheapening your product so you could maximize shelf-life and profit.

And don’t tell me I could get a salad wrap instead.  I’m not interested in eating your salad that never turns brown, topped with dressing that will put more calories and fat in me than a Big Mac.  It’s not about avoiding the unhealthy foods. It’s about you serving chemicals – poisons – in your food.  The pink slime opened my eyes; and although you claim to not use that stuff anymore, I know your food is still devoid of anything nutritional.  The slick food quality section of your web site, to me, looks like a heavily researched and produced spin, intended to reverse the perception of your food being sub-par.  But I don’t buy it.

There’s a difference between a cheeseburger and fries being high in fat and sodium (which isn’t really good for you) versus eating amonium-hydroxide, sodium propionate, and other crap you infuse into your foods, which is really bad for you.  Yes, yes, I know, the FDA says it’s safe.  Well I disagree.  And you’re down 20%. Do the math.

And while people have explained that chemicals aren’t why your foods don’t spoil, you know McDonald’s tastes differently in other countries.  Your food tastes better, in my opinion, in Canada and Mexico and all over Europe, where they don’t allow you to feed the consumer the chemicals and nonsense that the (arguably useless) FDA allows here in the States.

The problem is not what you serve, is what’s in what you serve.  Change that, and I’ll come back (every now and then).

Hey, that’s better than never!

Rubbernecking

Posted by Admin on November 20, 2014
Personal / Comments Off on Rubbernecking

The sight of police lights ahead prompt me to check my speed… 60mph.

I don’t really drive like a knucklehead any more.

Then the light Sunday afternoon traffic grinds to a rubbernecking crawl.

“You rubbernecking Idiots!” I share my disapproval tersely with my wife and kids… my condescending disapproval directed at the slowing mass of cars that snared me.

Unable to escape the moving roadblock, I relent and look to the other side of the highway; 495 Eastbound is completely closed. That never happens unless there’s an investigation… With a fatality.

And there it was. A white sheet draped over the unmistakable shape of a person, in the middle lane.

There was a makeshift barricade attempting to give the deceased some dignity.

Suddenly, I’m not in such a hurry any more. There was nothing surreal about someone who is no more, lying motionless on the cold, hard pavement. Friend, please take an extra minute to get where you’re going, so you *do* get there.

RIP stranger.