The man and I had to catch a connecting flight in Chicago's O'Hare airport today. We asked the nice lady at the American Airlines help desk where our connecting gate was and she sent us merrily on our way. When we got there it was obvious her directions were wrong. All of the information booths along the way were open with no one in them (verrrry helpful). Basically we spent an hour flat out running through O'Hare lost, trying to find help, asking people who worked there where to go. Finally we found a pilot and asked her and she lead us right to our gate as the last boarding call was announced. Why does the airport hire people to be 'ambassadors' when they obviously cannot find their own ass with their own two hands?
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Chicago O'Hell
The man and I had to catch a connecting flight in Chicago's O'Hare airport today. We asked the nice lady at the American Airlines help desk where our connecting gate was and she sent us merrily on our way. When we got there it was obvious her directions were wrong. All of the information booths along the way were open with no one in them (verrrry helpful). Basically we spent an hour flat out running through O'Hare lost, trying to find help, asking people who worked there where to go. Finally we found a pilot and asked her and she lead us right to our gate as the last boarding call was announced. Why does the airport hire people to be 'ambassadors' when they obviously cannot find their own ass with their own two hands?
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