Saturday, April 11, 2015
Fly United Airlines. At Least We Ain’t Germanwings.
Gotta hand it to them – they’ve completely eliminated the chances of some lunatic flying one of their jets into a mountain – by never taking off at all.
After I got up at 3 a.m. and went to the airport, my flight was first delayed two hours, then seven hours, then canceled altogether. Apparently, getting a crew together just slipped their minds.
I managed to scrounge up a flight through San Francisco much later and finally got back to LA. It was the very last time I will ever fly that shitbag airline. Not by choice; they’ll just be out of business in a couple weeks.