I had the most marvelous encounter today. A transportation, really. It seemed an angel all clad in billowy white descended from the blinding heavens, grasped my hand, and carried me up to the lofty heights of pure delight. An angel named Alaska Airlines.
At least, that’s how my flight from Portland to Chicago felt today.
In contrast, my US Airlines experience of a few weeks ago was Dante’s field trip to the deepest, most sulfurous levels of air travel hell, where winged Gila monsters bite your limbs and tenders while two fiery demons bugger you with a spiny lobster.
At least, that’s how it felt.
Oh, yes, US Airlines could have gotten me to Chicago cheaper. But I was resolute, paid my slightly higher tariff, and took the path of righteous customer service.
It’s hard to believe that both companies are in the same business. It was such a staggering difference.
Thanks, Alaska. Begone, US Airlines!
– Doug