As the economy worsened, airlines began charging passengers to check bags in an attempt to make more money. However, due to Game Theory, this is COSTING them more money. Here is how this happens...
A family of four goes on vacation. They need 1-3 bags per person. If they check them all (at $15 dollars a pop) they could pay an additional $120 or more. This is a lot of money (it is two dinners or one night in a motel). Like the airlines, this family is ALSO trying to save money. So what do they do? The carry on the luggage and try to fit this into the overhead. In the end the airline carries JUST as much weight (and the family with kids works extra hard to cart all those bags.) So when does this lose the airline money? When you consider a plane with 100-150 passengers. In the scenario of the full plane, EVERYONE is trying to save money. Each person benefits by having more carry ons than checked luggage. Therefore, most of them do this. (It is the "Tragedy of the Commons" in action.) As a result, we now wait 30-50 minutes while people try to cram in far too many carry ons. This causes costly delays. Now airlines have two choices: put more spacing between flight time and gate-to-gate time or be late. Both increase costs: from fuel to time paying attendants to help people longer to workers' comp due to lifting and falling bags. Also, both of these reduce customer satisfaction and lead people to fly less often. We all pay more and travel with roughly the same amount of stuff. Please retweet this to tell the airlines so they'll be smart like Southwest and change this policy: saving all of us time and money
The TSA says you can't carry a snow-globe onto a plane, even if it fits in your freedom baggie, because they can't measure how much liquid it contains, and therefore it must contain more than three oz of potential explosive, um, water.
TSA, meet Archimedes. He lived over 2,000 years ago and figured out how to calculate the volume of a object by measuring its displacement. If you actually believe that 3 oz is a magical high-danger threshold, please consider adding a delightful, hallucinatory element of science to your pseudoscience by putting an Archimedes tank at the checkpoint. It would be a lovely counterpoint to your other scientific tests, such as the ducking stool and the spirit-rattles.
Full story here:
http://www.boingboing.net/2009/11/14/tsa-bans-snowglobes.html
The problem with Business Class -- at least on Air Canada -- is that there's nobody really interesting to chat with.
That first photo below above is my lie-flat seat, number 2A on AC856 to LHR. The dude in 1A looked like he was gonna go all Sean Penn on me when I snapped it. Whatever. I'm here for the seat.
This year Delta Airlines merged with Northwest Airlines. Northwest was completely erased by Delta. Last month I got a letter from Delta saying my Northwest Worldperks frequent flier account and its miles would be converted to Delta’s Skymiles plan. They didn’t send me a card, so I called customer service to get one.
Delta Customer Service: “Thank you for calling Delta Customer Service. How may I help you?”
John: “Hi. I just got this letter from Delta saying my Northwest World Perks frequent flyer miles were converted to Skymiles. I didn’t get a card, just a letter. I went to your Web site to see how I can get a card, but I couldn’t find out how. I’m hoping you could help me.”
Delta Customer Service: “Sir, we don’t give out cards.”
John: “Sure you do. My son just opened a new Skymiles account this summer when he flew to Las Vegas. When he did, you sent him a card.”
Delta Customer Service: “Oh, that’s because he opened a new account.”
John: “Don’t I have a new account?”
Delta Customer Service: “No, you have a converted account. We made a transfer”
John: “I never had an account with Delta before. I’d like a card, actually TWO cards. I put one on my travel knapsack and the other in my briefcase. I take one or the other, depending if I travel for business. It’s handy to pull it out at the ticket counter if I need it.”
Delta Customer Service: “Sir, it’s our policy to give new cards only for new accounts. I’m not authorized to issue a new one to you.”
John: “You’re kidding. How can I get this information so I can stow it in my travel gear?
Delta Customer Service: “I suggest you go to our Website and print your Skymiles account number. You can put that in your briefcase.”
John: “But a plastic card is waterproof, small and durable. Printer paper isn’t.”
Delta Customer Service: “I recommend you have the paper laminated. I tell this to all people who request another card.”
John: “You’re not serious?”
Delta Customer Service:
John: “Never mind!”
Delta Customer Service: “It’s my pleasure, sir. Is there anything else I can help you with today?”
John: “You didn’t help me at all.”
Delta Customer Service: “Thank you for your call”
Flying reminds me a bit of hanging out with an old girlfriend. There are moments where I stare at you and wonder why we ever broke up. You're beautiful. You're sexy and you're a lot of fun. We start to talk and the conversation just flows.
For a while I start to wonder why we broke up. Maybe it wasn't you, maybe it was me. But gradually I find evidence of the things that I didn't like and the shine starts to fade a bit. When you laugh you snort. When we were going out I thought that it was cute, but at the end it made me crazy.I notice a few other details that irritate me and slowly I remember why it is that we don't see each other anymore.That sort of describes my feelings about flying. There was a time when I loved it. It used to be special and exciting. It was an experience that I look forward to, but not anymore. Now it is a task.And so it begins with a search for a ride to the airport. More often than not the trips are midweek so the family isn't available to take me. Cabs and vans are expensive. Frankly I hate sharing them. I dislike having to make other stops to pick other travelers up. And even if I didn't the fare with tip is almost always $50 bucks.I can take the bus. A for a couple of bucks a day I can park the car and ride along with 50 others to go catch a ride on a flying tin can. I suppose that it is not such a bad thing. But it stresses me out.And let's not forget the whole security process. I am quite appreciative of the efforts that are being taken to protect us, but it is a grind. Having to take off my shoes, empty my pockets, dump the laptop and get checked out is a pain. I prefer to have it than not, but still...Eventually you find yourself in the terminal where you get to just sit and wait.Maybe it comes down to a lack of control. Maybe it is nothing more than frustration with having to give up the control of my time and ability to do what I want. If I am going somewhere I tend to prefer to be the one driving. I just feel more comfortable.None of this covers the other details. My shoulders are two big for the seat and my knees often brush against the seat in front of me.Confession time: I tend to do very little talking on flights. I prefer to sleep or watch a movie. But if I end up sitting next to someone talkative I often make up stories about my life. Sometimes I tell them that I played college football or soccer. Sometimes I tell them that I work in a Biotech lab and I am not allowed to discuss my job.It all depends. I never really know what I am going to tell them in advance. I like to just let it unfold. I suppose I should run for a bit. I need to go pack.Other Posts about FlyingFlying reminds me a bit of hanging out with an old girlfriend. There are moments where I stare at you and wonder why we ever broke up. You're beautiful. You're sexy and you're a lot of fun. We start to talk and the conversation just flows.
For a while I start to wonder why we broke up. Maybe it wasn't you, maybe it was me. But gradually I find evidence of the things that I didn't like and the shine starts to fade a bit. When you laugh you snort. When we were going out I thought that it was cute, but at the end it made me crazy.I notice a few other details that irritate me and slowly I remember why it is that we don't see each other anymore.That sort of describes my feelings about flying. There was a time when I loved it. It used to be special and exciting. It was an experience that I look forward to, but not anymore. Now it is a task.And so it begins with a search for a ride to the airport. More often than not the trips are midweek so the family isn't available to take me. Cabs and vans are expensive. Frankly I hate sharing them. I dislike having to make other stops to pick other travelers up. And even if I didn't the fare with tip is almost always $50 bucks.I can take the bus. A for a couple of bucks a day I can park the car and ride along with 50 others to go catch a ride on a flying tin can. I suppose that it is not such a bad thing. But it stresses me out.And let's not forget the whole security process. I am quite appreciative of the efforts that are being taken to protect us, but it is a grind. Having to take off my shoes, empty my pockets, dump the laptop and get checked out is a pain. I prefer to have it than not, but still...Eventually you find yourself in the terminal where you get to just sit and wait.Maybe it comes down to a lack of control. Maybe it is nothing more than frustration with having to give up the control of my time and ability to do what I want. If I am going somewhere I tend to prefer to be the one driving. I just feel more comfortable.None of this covers the other details. My shoulders are two big for the seat and my knees often brush against the seat in front of me.Confession time: I tend to do very little talking on flights. I prefer to sleep or watch a movie. But if I end up sitting next to someone talkative I often make up stories about my life. Sometimes I tell them that I played college football or soccer. Sometimes I tell them that I work in a Biotech lab and I am not allowed to discuss my job.It all depends. I never really know what I am going to tell them in advance. I like to just let it unfold. I suppose I should run for a bit. I need to go pack.Other Posts about FlyingFlying reminds me a bit of hanging out with an old girlfriend. There are moments where I stare at you and wonder why we ever broke up. You're beautiful. You're sexy and you're a lot of fun. We start to talk and the conversation just flows.
For a while I start to wonder why we broke up. Maybe it wasn't you, maybe it was me. But gradually I find evidence of the things that I didn't like and the shine starts to fade a bit. When you laugh you snort. When we were going out I thought that it was cute, but at the end it made me crazy.I notice a few other details that irritate me and slowly I remember why it is that we don't see each other anymore.That sort of describes my feelings about flying. There was a time when I loved it. It used to be special and exciting. It was an experience that I look forward to, but not anymore. Now it is a task.And so it begins with a search for a ride to the airport. More often than not the trips are midweek so the family isn't available to take me. Cabs and vans are expensive. Frankly I hate sharing them. I dislike having to make other stops to pick other travelers up. And even if I didn't the fare with tip is almost always $50 bucks.I can take the bus. A for a couple of bucks a day I can park the car and ride along with 50 others to go catch a ride on a flying tin can. I suppose that it is not such a bad thing. But it stresses me out.And let's not forget the whole security process. I am quite appreciative of the efforts that are being taken to protect us, but it is a grind. Having to take off my shoes, empty my pockets, dump the laptop and get checked out is a pain. I prefer to have it than not, but still...Eventually you find yourself in the terminal where you get to just sit and wait.Maybe it comes down to a lack of control. Maybe it is nothing more than frustration with having to give up the control of my time and ability to do what I want. If I am going somewhere I tend to prefer to be the one driving. I just feel more comfortable.None of this covers the other details. My shoulders are two big for the seat and my knees often brush against the seat in front of me.Confession time: I tend to do very little talking on flights. I prefer to sleep or watch a movie. But if I end up sitting next to someone talkative I often make up stories about my life. Sometimes I tell them that I played college football or soccer. Sometimes I tell them that I work in a Biotech lab and I am not allowed to discuss my job.It all depends. I never really know what I am going to tell them in advance. I like to just let it unfold. I suppose I should run for a bit. I need to go pack.Other Posts about FlyingLeipzig - Eigentlich ist es nicht schwer, seinen Passagieren einen angenehmen Flug zu bieten: Guter Service, Sicherheit und ein angemessenes Platzangebot. Doch die Konkurrenz unter den Airlines ist groß und das Angebot entsprechend vielfältig. Kunden können da schnell den Überblick verlieren. Abhilfe schafft der alljährlich verliehene "World Airline Award". Das Flugportal www.fluege.de berichtet, wer am besten abgeschnitten hat.
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