
My loathing for airlines has been well documented on these pages (couldn’t be bothered to find the links, you’ll just have to take my word for it), but even my cynicism about their foul underhandedness was insufficient to prevent a full-blown RCOB when I read this little tale:
British Airways has been accused of leaving customers high and dry after cancelling thousands of flights before hiking up their prices.
Passengers snapped up bargain fares earlier this year after tickets to Dubai and Tel Aviv were being sold for as low as £167.
But the airline claims the cheap offers were a mistake and sensationally cancelled all tickets on Friday – prompting fury among customers.
“Mistake”… yeah, I bet it was, you godless cocksuckers. Note the unapologetic “fuck you” statement at the end:
‘Errors like this are exceptionally rare, and if they do occur, under contract law, there is no binding contract between the parties.’
I will never forget how BA fucked me when the family flew to India many years ago. We flew into London, spent the night out near Oxford, then flew out the next day to Bangalore. Our checked luggage was weighed at Heathrow, and was not overweight (as I recall, the limit was about 50lbs per bag — 22kg?).
Imagine my surprise when I checked in at Bangalore Airport (itself a fucking nightmare) for the return journey, only to find that BA’s “allowable” weight for the return trip had shrunk to 40lbs. The choice was to pay the (exorbitant) weight penalty, or call The Mrs. to catch a cab to the airport to fetch the stuff that constituted the excess. (She was staying on for a week to finish her training gig.) Of course, option #2 was never going to happen because in Bangalore’s notorious traffic, it would have taken her two hours to get to the airport, and our flight was leaving in one hour. So I paid — I forget how much, but $400 per suitcase (three) seems to come to mind. And when I complained, I was simply told to fuck off and die that I should have read the small print in the ticket “contract” — and when I did, I found that the smaller return allowance was indeed noted — on page 12, in tiny print.
I have been angry with airlines on many occasions, but nothing beat my ire at BfuckingA on that night, and I swore never to fly them again. I managed to keep that promise for many years, but last year I was forced to fly with them (twice!) because I had no choice.
No doubt I’ll have to use these amoral fucks again in the future, but I am going to be extremely wary.
Considering that all airlines nowadays seem to treat us oh-so-inconvenient passengers not as human beings but as self-propelled cargo, it seems as though we have little choice in the matter.
A pox on all of them.
