Modern technology has created many conveniences for us that eliminate tedious chores and make our lives easier.  Take air travel, for instance.  It used to be that if you wanted to travel from say, New York to St. Louis, you had to load up the covered wagon, cram the family and everything you owned into a space the size of a phone booth, harness the Oxen (assuming you had some, and if you didn't, why not?), load the shotgun, and head west for about ten or twelve years.  Along the way you could expect to encounter hostile natives with bad makeup and sharp arrows, bandits, harsh roads, foul weather, and not to forget, a serious lack of rest areas.

            Today, however, things are much simpler.  All you have to do is call your local travel agent, or log onto the Internet, and select the flight arrangements that best suit your needs.  There will be several flight combinations to choose from, depending on your preferences.  For example, you could take a flight from New York to Chicago , then another from there (called a 'connection') to St. Louis .  There may even be a 'direct' flight from New York to St. Louis , but these will most likely be twice the price of your current home and unavailable.  In fact, most flights that make sense to your travel schedule will fit this description.  You will be forced into paying twelve thousand dollars for a ticket if you dare fly in the middle of the day when you are actually awake.  Otherwise, a much more affordable ticket will be available if you don't mind leaving at "O' Dark Thirty", in the morning or evening, whichever is the most painful to you.  This flight will then proceed to Kansas City for a connection to New Orleans to another connection to (finally) St. Louis .  The price on this flight, however, will only be good until tonight at midnight, at which time it will quadruple for no apparent reason (unless it suddenly becomes 'unavailable').  So be decisive.

            Seat assignments are another way airlines offer us an array of choices.  We may sit in a window seat, an aisle seat, or a middle seat.  There are also 'first class' seats, emergency exit row seats, and bulkhead seats.  Aisle and window seats normally get reserved first, and if they happen to be in the emergency aisle (which has much more leg room) they disappear fast, so again, be decisive.  But his will normally not be a problem, as most flights about which you will inquire will have already booked all the good seats to people who made their reservations thirteen years ago.  You will be left to decide if you want a middle seat in the back row (which doesn't recline) or next to the talkative guy.  The only problem with the latter choice is you don't know which seats have been reserved for the fat guys until you actually show up, at which time it is definitely too late.  If you plan on traveling with somebody else, forget sitting together, it just doesn't happen.  'First class' seating is actually a myth, too.  Maybe in some bygone era it actually existed, but no more.  These days, even if you have ample money and are willing to pay for a spacious, front seat in the first class section, you can't do it.  It is already full of business travelers who have free 'upgrades' to these seats because they fly enough miles in a year to travel to the moon and back forty-seven times.  On the outside chance that a first class seat actually is available, the price for upgrading your ticket would be better spent feeding a starving African nation or two.

            Now that you have bought your tickets, you will find out that they, also, don't exist.  Instead they are called "E-tickets", which is code for "invisible".  Simply stand in line at the ticket counter for an hour or two, and then tell them your name.  They will type for twenty minutes or more, then look up and say, "Do you have ID?"  To which you might answer, "Yes."  But that is not really what they want to hear.  They actually want you to show them your driver's license so they can see how bad your picture is.  Don't worry, though, they will not laugh at it because they have been specially selected upon the basis of having absolutely no personality.  It is at this point that you will be informed that your seat assignments have to be modified because several more fat guys showed up and can't all sit on the same side of the plane or it will go around in circles. 

            Next you will be asked two very important questions.  "Has anyone unknown to you asked you to carry anything onto the plane?"  And you should be careful to avoid answering, "Why yes, a middle-eastern looking guy asked me to carry this bomb-like package to St. Louis for him.  Is something the matter?"  The second question will be, "Have your bags been in your possession since you packed them?"  Again, navigate these tricky waters carefully.  You should never answer, "I guess they haven't.  There were several hours where I had no idea where they were.  But then we found them in front of a burned out building downtown and just brought them along as they were." 

            Should you pass these most difficult tests, you can then hand your bags to some guys in white "TSA" shirts.  TSA stands for "Taking Some Assets" and refers to the immense amount of tax dollars spent on hiring 6.2 million people and buying them white shirts and TSA patches.  These employees of the federal government are making sure you are not Osama bin Laden (even if you are a ninety-two year old lady) and that your bags are packed properly*. 

            Next you get to pass through security.  Again, you will be assisted by our TSA buddies who want to make sure you can take off your shoes and belt and still walk upright.  And if you should be so bold to carry a lap-top computer, they will want that baby removed from any carrying case and exposed to the airport elements.  Apparently there have been a rash of lap-top computers used in terrorist acts and nobody will ever again perpetrate such crimes.  Other known terrorist weapons are watches, under-wire bras, metal studs on blue-jeans, and money clips.  The security equipment is specially crafted to identify these items.  The biggest thing to know before passing through security is to have your boarding pass out and be wearing clean underwear.  The boarding pass will have to be shown to anybody and everybody wearing a TSA white shirt and patch, just in case it metamorphosed while you walked three steps with it.  The clean underwear is because you might be half naked by the time they finish stripping you down and verifying you're not Osama bin Laden.

            Now you are free to proceed to your gate.  A gate is a gathering area where people go to put their clothes back on after going through security, and where loud voices boom incessantly from overhead speakers.  It is also a place where planes can be boarded (eventually).

            There are also varieties of food available at airports for the convenience of travelers.  Anything from hot dogs and soft pretzels to hot dogs and soft pretzels can be purchased for thirty dollars a piece.  Receipts are available upon request, of course.  There are also magazine racks where in a single glance one can observe the various breast sizes of all the current starlets in Hollywood .  Bathrooms are available too, where smart toilets and sinks know just when to flush and rinse (hopefully in that order) automatically.

            Then the boarding process begins.  A 'gate agent' will yell into a microphone that anybody else besides you is free to board the aircraft first.  No matter what rows are called for boarding, people will crowd around the gate so nobody can get through.  Dexterity is important here, because you will have to fight your way into the line, present your ID and boarding pass again, and juggle anything you are attempting to carry onto the plane, all at the same time.  (We won't even mention how this process goes if you have small children with you!) 

            Many people will, no doubt, have boarded the plane ahead of you, and will have stuffed the overhead bins with baggage big enough to carry additional passengers.  You will then be forced to cram your carry-on baggage under the seat, thereby eliminating any chance for foot room.  That's okay, though, because this will give nice symmetry to your elbows, which have nowhere to go because of the fat guys that will sit on either side of you.  If their arm hair doesn't keep your shoulders scrunched together, their blatant hogging of the armrests will.

            When taking off, you will be given an enthusiastic demonstration of how to buckle a seat belt, because most people who fly on airplanes apparently don't know how this is done.  And you will be harassed to no end if you have your seat back reclined or your tray table down.  Evidently modern, sophisticated aircraft have an Achilles heal and absolutely cannot be coaxed off the ground under any circumstances if seat backs and tray tables are in the wrong position.  

            There is normally food served during the flight, the only problem is that it is gerbil food, and small portions at that.  But you will eat it, because you sat on the runway for an hour waiting for takeoff and are now wishing you'd have sampled the fine hot dogs and soft pretzels back at the airport.  We suggest you adopt the army's attitude toward food, eat anytime and every time you can. 

            There will be plenty of in-flight entertainment, including the 'going to the bathroom shuffle', where passengers crawl and grope their way from their seats to a tiny closet in the back of the plane called a "LAV".  There may also be a movie that you can watch, but these are apparently selected by the ticket agents lacking personalities (remember them?) who are especially adept at choosing movies that stink.

            Turbulence, or air pockets that rock the plane around like a yo-yo on a string, is another effective in-flight attraction.  Stewardess and stewards (those that pass out the gerbil food) are trained to act as though it is not happening, even if this means ignoring the drink they just spilled on you during the last big jolt.  This is because if flight attendants show any sign of fear at all, passengers will respond by pressing the call button located above their seats.  Flight attendants hate it when that happens.  If the turbulence gets too bad, you may be afflicted with motion sickness.  This is a strange event in which you may regurgitate said gerbil food into a little bag and keep it until the end of the flight.  Your choice.         

            The rest of the flight goes pretty quickly, generally, as you get acquainted with your surroundings and the fat guys sitting on either side of you.  One of these gentlemen will talk your ear off while the other sleeps on you.  The only known deterrent to such behavior is to regurgitate your gerbil food into the little bag, as we mentioned before.  When this happens, you will generally be given all the room you need for the rest of the flight.

            When it's time to land, watch out for those pesky tray tables and seat backs.  Be sure and have them in proper position so the plane doesn't crash, or worse, a flight attendant comes unglued on you.  Upon landing, the plane will 'taxi'.  This is a fancy word for 'drive on the ground', which is necessary because nobody has come up with the idea of locating runways near airports yet.  And whatever you do, absolutely under no circumstances, should you release your seat belt until the 'fasten seat belt sign' has been turned off.  This is considered the most dangerous maneuver in air travel, as witnessed by the irate and otherwise violent attitude of flight attendants when this occurs. 

            Upon uncoiling yourself and exiting the aircraft, you will finally get to see the flight attendants smile as they say, "goodbye!"  If you have a connection onto another flight, ask the gate agent for directions to your gate.  They will respond with helpful information such as, "It is six miles away and leaving in four seconds.  You'd better hurry!"  This is why it is a good idea to wear comfortable running shoes and be trained for decathlons (this is also why fat guys don't book connecting flights).

            Modern technology sure has made things easier for us.  I, for one, would not want to deal with loading a wagon and heading west.  That sounds too complicated.

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18 responses to “Air Travel and Covered Wagons”

  1. Ronald D. Weddle, MD Avatar
    Ronald D. Weddle, MD

    All of the above plus all the restrictions and now fees on baggage, both checked and carry-on are the reasons that I now choose to take an extra 1-2 days and DRIVE whenever I can. The “security” at airports is largely a farce and much more about hassle than security. I traveled with my two, then 78 year old parents, a few years ago and due to several factors, were in FIVE airports in one day while attempting to get from Louisville, KY to Austin, TX. Without EVER being outside a secure area of an airport after our initial check-in, my parents were individually SEARCHED FOUR times. They are Caucasion, Scotch-Irish who have only flown about 4 times in their entire lives. I hardly believe they could have been perceived as potential terrorists. All this due to an alleged RANDOM pattern of searches instead of using common sense and legitimate PROFILING methods to select whom to search. Such random searches really create security!

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  2. Cathy - Team Rascals Avatar
    Cathy – Team Rascals

    Chris,
    Very funny!! And very accurate, too.
    You neglected one wonder of modern airline travel that complicates things, and I am actually astonished you did, given its implications for the St. Louis major almost 2 years ago — WEATHER!!!
    We were booked to leave our home in Albany on Thursday early afternoon to go to St. Louis by way of Newark. Our sponsors went by way of Atlanta. We should have gone with them . . .
    We left Albany on time, in beautiful weather, and got to Newark in the same. No connecting flights, due to the St. Louis ice storm. Our sponsors, flying through Atlanta, got a pilot who wanted to be home for his first child’s first birthday the next day, and made the decision to fly, making their plane the last one to land that day in St. Louis.
    Friday morning in Newark, it was snowing like crazy. Around noon, the airline got us on a flight to Houston, with a promissed connection to St. Louis. To get this flight, we had to go through a 2 hour long line and a special security screening.
    Once in Houston, we found out ALL our bags, including the carry-on gate-checked ones had been sent out to the carousel. We went out to get them, checked the ones we had to, and went through yet ANOTHER special security screening for our connector to St. Louis. The checked bags made the flight. We did not.
    Saturday morning, the ONLY way the airline could get us to St. Louis was to send us back through yet ANOTHER special security screening, fly us to Minneapolis, OVER St. Louis, and hand us off to ANOTHER airline to fly to St. Louis. All this JUST in time to get our car, drop the bags at the hotel and race to the function to see Orrin and Laurie hit the stage as the last speakers for Saturday morning’s session.
    We were supposed to fly home Sunday, and miss most of the session. When I realized in Houston we’d missed that flight, I arranged with the airline to move our flight to Monday, so we got SOME of the function. Monday morning, we got to the airport, only to find our flight home, through Pittsburgh, was delayed getting to St. Louis from Houston!!! It was going to be SO delayed, we would miss the last connector home. My husband had to be to work at 7am that Tuesday, and at that point was irate. I’d been handling the airlines all weekend (holding back his growing anger and frustration so I could negotiate), but this time, I was so tired and disgusted, I let him have at them. We finally got a flight back to Newark, where we were going to have to rent a car to get home. Our daughter and son-in-law learned of the plan, borrowed our sposor’s GPS (ours was with us), and came to collect us in New Jersey so we didn’t have to rent a car to FINALLY get home.
    By the way, last major, when Orrin and Laurie’s plane broke and stranded them in Louisville, ours broke too. Only they fixed ours, and stranded us in Charlotte overnight because the delay caused us to miss our connecting flight. I’m not sure when those poor folks flying with us from Claude and Lana’s group ever got back . . .

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  3. Phyllis Hoff Avatar
    Phyllis Hoff

    Chris:
    This is so funny, but so true.
    It just so happens I am reading this right before I board a plane this morning.
    Now, I am really going to be watching for everything you have said here, and I will be laughing and people will think I am the crazy one because they will have no clue why I am laughing.
    Thanks for the humor as I start my trip.
    God Bless.

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  4. Dan Miller Avatar
    Dan Miller

    Won’t it be fun when profile pictures (after all everybody has one now) are placed in the occupied seats during the online seating selection process?

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  5. Chris Mattis Avatar
    Chris Mattis

    Brother You are soooo right, we just spent 5 1/2 hours in Newark (Not to be confused with New York) enjoying running three terminals to catch a shuttle in the rain to get to a 4th terminal, due to 10yrs of construction (apperantly minus an indoor walkway) to be informed that the VERY LIGHT rain was going to delay our plane from leaving (they must have removed the wipers for summer and the radar and the autopilot and all other electronics used in guiding the plane UP) doesn’t that just require pulling back & pushing the throtle down? Anyway I found the dirtiest men’s room on the North American Continent! Did You Know at 4:30am Taxi Guys would rather sleep than drive You to a Hotel to sleep? – the West Coast Chris

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  6. Tim Peterson Avatar

    Ahh YES, good ole fashioned air travel. This must be one of the reasons why when we go on vacation for a week, we have to take an additional week off just to recover…. or is that extra week used waiting for our luggage to show up???? I’ll take the old Rambler Station Wagon on a trip and eat PBJ sandwiches any day over our current air travel. Now THAT was BACK IN THE DAY!

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  7. Skipper Avatar

    Dear Chris and Ronald, You really must learn to appreciate what your government is doing to protect and provide for you. After all the government believes that you really are quite incapable of taking care of yourself. Personally I just love it when government takes care of all my needs. It makes life so exciting.
    Just kidding, Skipper

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  8. Gabe Crowther Avatar
    Gabe Crowther

    I apparently don’t fly enough! That sounds like such a horrible time, I wonder that anyone actually does it at all. You know, there are over 2000 small airports around the country, almost certainly closer to your desired destination than the giant heretofore spoken of ‘ports. Fly your own plane and save all those disappointments for your stay on the ground. 🙂

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  9. Adam Avatar
    Adam

    Chris,
    They 6th (I think) paragraph ended with an asterisk that never referred to anything. What’s up with that?
    -Adam

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  10. Grant Miller Avatar
    Grant Miller

    Thanks for the Great laugh I don’t know anyone who doesn’t enjoy a little humor in this day and age!

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  11. Nik E. DaPhish Avatar
    Nik E. DaPhish

    Hey CB, Who is Osama bin Larsen? you mentioned him is he one of Dallin’s Eastern relatives? HA! Take a clue from the comments and fly through Atlanta NOT Newark….ever! I had one of these exact flights last month, only the fat hairy armed person was a SHE! It was a plane that seated 50, but built to seat 15. I sat down behind 2 college guys with a seat open next to me. I made the fatal jinxing comment, “with any luck, the biggest person on the plane will sit right next to me!” The guys had a chuckle (which was my objective). But not nearly the laugh they had when the largest person I have ever seen came wobbling sideways down the aisle…right to my row! The boys in front of me nearly hit the ground laughing as she poured herself into the seat and said..”we’d better put this arm rest up to make this more comfortable!” Which was apparently code for..”the left side of your body is going to be my arm rest boy!” I felt my entire left side heating up as she melted over my leg, shoulder and arm. I couldn’t even move to eat my snacks but it didn’t matter because my row-mate was all to happy to finish them for me. I needed protective glasses to avoid shrapnel from her wood-chipping the food away. And at the end of “snack time” I could have collected what in biblical times would have been 12 baskets of food from the left over crumbs on her chest-shelf! Thanks for bringing back the nightmare that I was trying to forget! You are the story telling master!
    Nik Palomaki

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  12. bcampau Avatar
    bcampau

    There are ways around putting up with all the mass features of society like planes, grocery stores, rush hour traffic….etc.
    Buy my own plane or chopper, send someone else shopping and quit my job. Those are options.

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  13. John Dickinson Avatar

    Chris,
    Here is one for traveling with children:
    Before you and your wife have found your seats (they are separated due to technological advances in the seat locator system), you decide which of you is going to take the first shift in holding you energetic little infant girl in your lap. When it comes time for the shift change, you pass your diaper filled baby girl over the heads of the surrounding passengers because you are both now boxed in (since the seat locator system gave you both window seats on the opposite sides of the plan and opposite ends.) And then you realize after you hand your infant off to a complete stranger, the diapers are still locked up in the overhead storage…
    Thanks! This story is REALLY funny!
    John

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  14. Brad L. Avatar
    Brad L.

    Ahh, yes.. Good ‘ol Air travel! I have to agree with Cathy. The weather loves to have just as much fun with you as everything else! But it can have its good sides. Cathy was apt to mention St. Louis. Some of the people on my team happened to have made separate flight arrangements than I did, but we were all going to stay at the same place. So as I got the information from them at the airport (Sacramento), we were informed of the weather in St. Louis. I couldn’t find my teammates as they already had left. So that left me in a bit of a conundrum. No flights were getting into St. Louis, and every hotel around any alternate cities were filled. I could either fly in late and miss the first night, or come up with something. I thought about where any relatives of mine were: Last connecting flight to Oklahoma City had left, so there goes staying there. But if there weren’t any delays (yet another one to talk on!!) I could run across the entire airport in Phoenix to catch the last flight to Omaha! So off I went. Got to Phoenix without a problem, gave my mother a call while running on the electronic walkways, jumping over baby strollers like Allen Johnson running the 110m hurdles, saying “Mom, how would you like a visit? When? 2 hours from now!” and was the last person to make the plane!
    All in all, bad weather in St. Louis turned into a visit with my mother at her house, breakfast and lunch the following day with her, plus the diversion ended up with me having enough points for a free flight!
    But Chris, it’s just as fun outside this country as it is inside! I was on my way from Omaha, Nebraska, to Melbourne Australia, via Denver and LAX. I remembered that the host family I was staying with (for my college scholarship) had loved Cinnabons. So I bought 2 boxes of those and carried them with me. Not a problem on the flight there, until a nice little layover in Auckland, New Zealand. Get there at 5am in the morning, have no idea where you need to go, but you see what the other people are doing and going where they’re going. So, Define, Learn, Do! I follow them, miss the (barely visible) sign to the in-transit area, follow the people, and enter the country! Can’t get back, get the police called on me because I’m not supposed to be in New Zealand, and after 20 minutes, they finally let me back to the transit area. Get something to eat and sit down (12 hours in a plane with another 3 to go!), when I hear louder than a klaxon on the USS Intrepid, “Flight 841 to Melbourne is now departing at Gate 5. Passengers should already be on board as the flight will be leaving without you.”
    Another Usain Bolt run down the airport (5:30 in the morning, so no baby strollers!) make it to the gate, for them to tell me that they haven’t even done the pre-boarding yet!
    Make the plane, Fly across the Tasman Sea, then get the dreaded Customs Declaration card. I read the card: Any Guns, knives, hunting equipment, Duty-Free for some dollar amount, and money over some amount must be declared. No dairy allowed.
    And I have these cinnamon rolls. With Cream Cheese Frosting! Do I declare them, or not! This is my first trip out of the country, and I don’t want to get busted and arrested and send back home! Not knowing what to do, I declare them.
    Get to the airport, where they have a green line, and a red line. Guess which one the declared items are! Down the Red line I go, get asked the 150 questions from the customs officials (what do you do, how much do you make, what do your parents do, how much do they make, how long have they done it).. They look at my passport (which the pictures there are worse, because the best passport picture they pick is the one where you’ve been up cramming for some big exam in the morning!), ask me some more questions, then walk away for a bit. I look at the next line over.. Some guy is putting together an elephant rifle, shotguns, unsheathing knives.. things that Steve Irwin, Paul Hogan, and some other Bring ’em Back Bogey wild game-hunting guys would use to go out into the bush alone and would be guaranteed to come back after 3 weeks without a scratch..
    .. and all I have are these cinnamon rolls! So I’m panicking.. I mean, PANICKING!! Like they could hear my knees knocking back in New Zealand! And what scared me more was that they let those guys enter the country, and before me!!
    Thankfully, they let me in. All that they needed to take (which they did), was the extra packets of frosting. Bullets, knives, machetes, rifles all PASS, and they ding me for CREAM CHEESE FROSTING!!
    Gotta love Air Travel. Nothing else in the world is like it (and hopefully, nothing else ever will be)!
    BL.

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  15. Heidi Szymanski Avatar
    Heidi Szymanski

    OK, Chris – But you flew to HAWAII!!! For FREE!!! Still funny, though. Thanks!

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  16. Stephanie Morrison Avatar

    According to the post and the assorted comments, really, really long drives are sounding a bit more appealing than the airplane method. I’ve only been on a plane once quite a few years ago so I haven’t got to experience all the interesting anomalies described.
    My traveling locations are downsizing as I write! It’s mostly humour, right?

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  17. Heather Avatar
    Heather

    I’d like to upgrade my ticket to the plane section of Murphy’s Law of Averages section,Please. Geeze! Airports are starting to sound like prison camps. Must be why terrorists seem to be so attracted to them. At least in a covered wagon you can have quality time with the family, and the beautiful view!

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  18. College Research Papers Avatar

    Thanks for the Great laugh I don’t know anyone who doesn’t enjoy a little humor in this day and age!

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