Airlines and stupidity

Because I have nothing better to do during my layover in San Fran than play around with my MacBook....

I flew from Toronto to San Fran, and then am waiting to fly on over to Honolulu. The flight from Toronto was irritating as fuck, since they had me move from my seat (which I chose by the way) no less than THREE times.

First, because a guy wanted to sit with his wife, so they asked if I would mind switching seats with him. They can't be apart for 5 hours? OK, fine, that wasn't a big deal, so I did it. He had the aisle seat in the last row. So I pick up all my things from the overhead storage and the stuff I had on my seat and move. Five minutes later, another flight attendant asks me to move again so that a mother with three young children could have the last row to herself. At this point I was slightly more annoyed because I'd taken out my laptop and iPod and so on and re-packing was annoying.

But okay, on I went, this time all the way to almost the front of the plane, sat down, made myself comfortable. Again. And once more, they come to me, this time because they'd accidentally seated two infants in the same row and you can't do that (something about oxygen masks) so they were now moving one of the mothers with the screaming baby into my seat. I honestly wanted to hit somebody at this point. They attempted to move me to the first row behind 1st class, at which point I told them that I'd been very cooperative but there is no way I was sitting in a window seat, so they better damn well make sure they find me an aisle. Yes, I pee that many times during a flight. They did, and then they recommended that when I land, I should go to the United customer service to see about an upgrade on my next flight.

Well, so I had lunch once we landed and went to the service desk. The woman there was very pleasant, immediately offered me an upgrade to 1st at no charge and printed off my new boarding pass. Fine and dandy, right.

Except as I walked away from the counter, I realized that a) the boarding pass was for a completely different flight to Honolulu (one that was leaving 5 hours after mine) and b) it was in the name of a Peter W____, and I am sure as hell no Peter. Back I went to the counter and then the IDIOT tells me that my flight is overbooked and now there is a problem because my old seat no longer exists since she gave it to somebody else.

Now I am a shockingly patient person in real life and I am never rude to customer service people. But I swear to God I raised my lawyer voice and that woman understood that in no certain terms was I going to NOT be on the flight I was supposed to be on. Anyway, she called some other guy over, he rolled his eyes at her and eventually found me a seat. A window seat which I sure as hell didn't want but I am going to paradise and I'm going to have a good time even if I have to climb over the other two people 7 times to go to the bathroom during the flight. Haha, sucks to be them!

ALOHA.