Sassy Quack

Monday, April 03, 2006

 
Airlines

Today, MSN posted this-an article on the increasing dissatisfaction with airline service. I really can't understand how the airline folks are surprised. Of COURSE people are dissatisfied. You jack your prices up past your usual standard of one eternal soul, rifle through our belongings (yes, I know this is in the interest of safety) leaving us completely disheveled with about .05 seconds to pull together before the next person is pushed into you, abandon us on the tarmac for unexplained periods of time, while we sit wedged in our seat...which was clearly designed to comfortably accommodate a 12-year-old and is at least half taken up by the 400lb passenger seated next to us, and deposit us at our destination late while our baggage is somewhere near Tahiti. Clearly we should bow down in the presence of your glory.

22,996 miles from Elite Status,
Sassy Quack

 
Etiquette 101

To Whom it May Concern: It is NOT polite to tell a woman (or anyone really) how young they look if said comment insinuates that they do not look like an adult. Despite the fact that I haven't been 16 in over a decade, on a good day, I can apparently pass.

"You'll appreciate it when you're older" does not make up for your lack of tact. In fact, it is not much different than patting me on the head and sending me off with a lollipop. Don't think I'm placated. I am shooting death rays at you with my eyes.

You wouldn't tell someone that they look fat, old, ugly, etc. In my college and early post college days, I tried new haircuts, new clothes, EVERYTHING to look old enough to be treated with a little respect. Now that I am older and somewhat wiser, I have decided that it is YOU who are evil and unworthy of my business...or even a polite response. My focus is better used elsewhere. If you need to feel better about your lack of preternatural youth, you probably need therapy...or a good plastic surgeon.

This also goes for the women who constantly refer to others as "honey" or "hon". That is a nickname for your children or spouse...not your coworkers. They will hate you behind your back. Knock it off, hags.

Chicken Little, I feel your pain,
Sassy Quack

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