Spirit Airlines, the only way to travel.
If you want to over pay for everything!
So I took a trip to Vegas for business meeting and they booked the flight through Spirit Airlines, as it was right in line
time wise also it saved the business flying me up to Vegas $30.00.
I had to fly from Costa Rica to FT. Lauderdale, then to Vegas. I get to the airport two hours before the plane was
schedule to take off. So all is well I'm on time and I'm thinking cool as only two people are in line ahead of me.
The 1st one is a older lady and all of a sudden she starts yelling about having to pay extra for her bag. I laugh
and say to myself, you should have paid for it with the ticket like I did!
So my turn comes and I'm happier then a lark in a meadow full of virgin trees! Give my usually how-do and get the
fine thank you back. Stick my bag on the scale and make sure I add a nice sticker to it, as it looks a lot like
other Grey bags. Stand back and wait for my boarding pass. Then it starts! Your carry on will be 30 bucks.
I'm like uh, it says one free carry on if it fits inside that little box over there. (I'm carrying a lap top bag sans lap top.)
She argues with me and says it does not fit, give me $30.00. I walk over and fold it in half and it fits!
She still wont budge and I have to pay the $30.00. I said a few things about her "dear old mum" under my breath.
So I get on the plane and I've got the big seats upfront, I'm loving it and thinking Ok, no big deal on the $30.00
I'm living a little large and got good seats, just sit back have some java and enjoy the ride.
That's when the mess starts to get deeper. Once the plane takes off, the "I'm missing my boyfriend looking steward and I'm
mad at the world" starts with the, "We will be serving drinks and snacks with-in 15 min, please take a look at the price card and have your
credit card ready, as this is a cashless flight." Damn, did not bring plastic as I'm traveling to Lost Wages, Nevada. I'm thinking
no big deal, at least they will give me a cup of coffee. Then I'm looking at the guide and see Coffee for $2.00 a holler!
I almost lose it and I'm ready to hop off the plane except it was in the air. Ok so I'm thinking I got some chips in my bag
and they can throw me a cup of water. Then the world stops moving for me as they are serving a 12oz bottle of water
for $3.00, yes $3.00 and it's some off brand crap poured from the water tap of the plane bathroom.
But wait it gets better, they give you a small bag of pretzels for free! Great tasty, salty, make you thirsty as heck
pretzels. Boy are these guys slick! But I've got news for them, popcorn is cheaper and makes you drink water even more
ask the movie theaters.
So I take the pretzels, from unhappy "I could not find a job anywhere else" Jan and shove them in my bag instead of where they
should have been shoved.
Get to FT. Lauderdale a few hours later, run for the drinking fountain, like a dog in a summer heat with his tongue hanging out and panting.
Drink all the water in FL. No worries it rains a lot there. Get ready for my next leg with water and snacks, I'll show them!
So get on the plane and and they start their "pay for this pay for that speech", I chuckle out loud and say to myself, got you!
Grab my sandwich I got from Dunkin Dounnuts, pull out my big bag of pretzels and set them on my tray, just waiting for them
to pass and ask me to buy something. The flight attendent named Jay (more about him later) passes by and gives me a dirty look.
I smile and give him my best intimation India head shake, the one where you ask a person from India a question and when they
answer yes they move their head back and forth like it means no, you know what I mean.
Jay then says would you like something to drink I say no, I've got my own water. He walks down the isle pushing his over priced cart
with a squeak that reminds me of a Steven King or Dean Koontz novel, when a really spooky part scares the heck out of you.
I grab my bag to get my water, oh oh it's not there! I left sitting on the counter, as I had to put it down when I put the sugar in
my coffee. Damn, darn, dang! And there is no way I'm going to pay $3.00 for some water. So I think to myself... I'll ask Jay for a cup of ice.
Jay looks at me and gives me a, I got you smile! He says " Sorry can't do that" But we can sell you a bottle of water with ice
for $3.00. I laugh and tell him no thanks. I'll just have to suffer for the next 4 hours.
Jay makes sure I suffer, as he eats sun flower seeds in the galley as I watch him, he then grabs a cranberry juice and slowly pours it
over ice and drinks it slowly, pretending to keep his back to me as he is doing this. I just want to get up and grab Jay and shake
him till I get my ice. Jay passes by me with 45 min left in the flight. I say to him, " Hey, why not give me a cup of coffee, the flights over
and you have some left." He says I can sell you a cup for $2.00. Once again I say no thanks.
As were pulling into Las Vegas, Jay grabs the coffee pot, looks at me, opens the bathroom door and dumps it. He is feeling like Rocky
after beating Clubber Lane. Little does he know, this action is just like a bad movie. I've seen it once, hated it and won't be back!
Spirit Airlines, you will never get my business again, I hope you understand this. Just like my man Cris Tucker said in the movie
Friday..."Don't you ever, ever, ever,ever, come round here again!" Spirit Airlines, I will never ever, never ever, never
use your service again. I don't care if you have the last plane flying and Hallie Berry was 50,000 miles away asking me
to come over and spend some time with her. I'd rather walk and get the in 10 years, then fly Spirit Airlines again.
You guys remind me of an old football chant that would go back and forth between the cheerleaders of each team:
We got Spirit! We got Spirit!
How 'bout you?
They other team's cheerleaders whose team is up by 21 to 0. responds with:
We got Spirit! We got points!
How 'bout you?
Spirit Airlines, you got no points with me None, Nada, zilch.