Starting To Catch Up

As much as I hate Alaska and everyone from Alaska with their stupid "Back in

Alaska" stories, of course TMO books me on Alaskan Air to leave MT. So
because I hear Alaska is the greatest freakin' place on the planet, this
flight should have, no doubt, been a comfortable-ass transport full of foot
rubs, free bowls of chili, and midget wrestling (or whatever constitutes a
great time in your book.) Not so, my friends, not so.
If Alaska was a pack of bacon, and Alaska Air was the "representative slice"

you lift the back flap to see, I'd throw that pack of bacon on the ground
and stomp the crap out of it. Then I'd burn the supermarket down. Thank god
Alaska's not a pack of bacon.

Here's how this trip went down:

I walk up to the window at the airport and only see a little prop-driven
jalopy at the gate. Hmm, guess the plane's a little late getting here.
"We'll now begin boarding flight so and so to Helena and Seattle." Oh no
they didn't! Not only a prop-job all the way to Seattle, but we gotta drag
the trip out by going to Helena first? TMO you bastards!

I've got a couple of pictures of the propeller outside my window, but my
lack of internet access prohibits me from sharing right now. I'll post 'em
later.

So how could Alaska-Freakin'-Airlines screw me a little harder? (short of
crashing that is)

Stewardess: Attention all passengers continuing on to Seattle; as we start
boarding here in Helena, if someone comes up to you and says you are in the
wrong seat, please tell them we double booked most of this flight and to
find another seat. We are sorry, but this flight will be full today.

She wasn't kidding.

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