More Traveling Woes
Alright Calgary, this one's for you!
SOMEBODY DESTRY THOSE STUPID MERRY-GO-ROUNDS!!
For those who don't know, the Calgary airport has these two quaint yet gigantic wind-up merry-go-round kind of things in the WestJet end of the terminal. It's actually quite ingenious, they've got airplanes hanging from them, the propellers spin when it goes 'round, and they're powered by little children. Not in the slave labour sense mind you, but there are these big shiny silver-ish keys that one can spin and create a joyous clickity-clickity sound, and then the little toys will go round and round much to the merriment of anyone under the age of 12 or 4 feet.
Now, I'm all for keeping children occupied in airport terminals so that they don't go tearing around screaming their fool head's off and driving everyone else nuts. However, consider this: It's 11pm Calgary time, I'm three hours into a four and a half hour layover, I just found out that the plane is going to be an extra 15 minutes late. I've been up since 6:30am Comox time, I'm tired.
It's this clickity-clickity thing that I take issue with. One person lets their brat spin the key, and of course the little bugger has to crank the damn thing for ten minues, hoping that their exuberance will cause the spinning toys to spin so fast that they'll fly off and decapitate someone. When they give up and realise that somehow the toys aren't going to get lodged in their little sisters noggin, some other little bastard thinks "Hey, I bet if I crank that fucking thing for another 20 minutes, I could break it!" clickity-clickity-clickity-clickity-clickity....inevitable failure to destroy, repeat with next little rugh rat, clickity-clickity-clickity-clickity... Aparently the engineer who created this thing already thought of this scenario and more than adequately prepared for it. Are you starting to get the picture, dear reader?
Clickity-clickity-clickity... I'm trying to grab a few precious minutes of sleep sprawled out on insanely uncomfortable seats. Clickity-clickity-clickity... I'm learning the true meaning of a "red-eye" flight. I'm getting ready to guard those keys so everyone else can get some sleep, or tear them off myself. I don't know how the ticket agents have maintained their sanity after days of this clickity-shit.
No matter how far down the hall you go, you can still hear it echoing through the mostly empty terminal. I can't even buy anything from the Duty Free because I'm not an "international" traveler. Come on now, Alberta is a great country!
I have 3 recommendations that have come out of this experience:
1: Parents, control your little bastards and consider the sanity of other people who may not be accustomed to taking naps with shrieking children running around.
2: Calgary Airport, break those damn merry-go-round's or just power them electrically, to be started with a simple, silent BUTTON
3: WestJet, yes you're cheap and that's why I'm going to fly with you again, but please for the love of pete, get an airplane I can actually FIT in!
guh... I'll tell everyone about Sourdough when I get to Moose Jaw and have some spare time and pictures to upload.
SOMEBODY DESTRY THOSE STUPID MERRY-GO-ROUNDS!!
For those who don't know, the Calgary airport has these two quaint yet gigantic wind-up merry-go-round kind of things in the WestJet end of the terminal. It's actually quite ingenious, they've got airplanes hanging from them, the propellers spin when it goes 'round, and they're powered by little children. Not in the slave labour sense mind you, but there are these big shiny silver-ish keys that one can spin and create a joyous clickity-clickity sound, and then the little toys will go round and round much to the merriment of anyone under the age of 12 or 4 feet.
Now, I'm all for keeping children occupied in airport terminals so that they don't go tearing around screaming their fool head's off and driving everyone else nuts. However, consider this: It's 11pm Calgary time, I'm three hours into a four and a half hour layover, I just found out that the plane is going to be an extra 15 minutes late. I've been up since 6:30am Comox time, I'm tired.
It's this clickity-clickity thing that I take issue with. One person lets their brat spin the key, and of course the little bugger has to crank the damn thing for ten minues, hoping that their exuberance will cause the spinning toys to spin so fast that they'll fly off and decapitate someone. When they give up and realise that somehow the toys aren't going to get lodged in their little sisters noggin, some other little bastard thinks "Hey, I bet if I crank that fucking thing for another 20 minutes, I could break it!" clickity-clickity-clickity-clickity-clickity....inevitable failure to destroy, repeat with next little rugh rat, clickity-clickity-clickity-clickity... Aparently the engineer who created this thing already thought of this scenario and more than adequately prepared for it. Are you starting to get the picture, dear reader?
Clickity-clickity-clickity... I'm trying to grab a few precious minutes of sleep sprawled out on insanely uncomfortable seats. Clickity-clickity-clickity... I'm learning the true meaning of a "red-eye" flight. I'm getting ready to guard those keys so everyone else can get some sleep, or tear them off myself. I don't know how the ticket agents have maintained their sanity after days of this clickity-shit.
No matter how far down the hall you go, you can still hear it echoing through the mostly empty terminal. I can't even buy anything from the Duty Free because I'm not an "international" traveler. Come on now, Alberta is a great country!
I have 3 recommendations that have come out of this experience:
1: Parents, control your little bastards and consider the sanity of other people who may not be accustomed to taking naps with shrieking children running around.
2: Calgary Airport, break those damn merry-go-round's or just power them electrically, to be started with a simple, silent BUTTON
3: WestJet, yes you're cheap and that's why I'm going to fly with you again, but please for the love of pete, get an airplane I can actually FIT in!
guh... I'll tell everyone about Sourdough when I get to Moose Jaw and have some spare time and pictures to upload.
posted by Jack at 7:51 AM
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