Delta Airlines is dead to me. They switched equipment on our return flight, so we spent 12 hours in an old plane with few of the niceties of the plane we flew over on. No flat seat, no widescreen monitor, no countless selections of video entertainment -- even the food was not as good. And worst of all, we were moved from row 3 to row 13, the last row in Business Elite. And what was in the first row of coach? You guessed it, a screaming baby. And I mean SCREAMING! This kid hollered a good 50% of the time. And I mean HOLLERED.
So let me be clear: babies should NOT be allowed on planes. At least not in the passenger cabin. Leave them home, give them away, ship then via FedEx, I don't care; just don't let them on planes.
For the record, it's not the baby's fault; it's the unfit-to-be parents. My folks did not have screaming babies. They knew how to be parents.
Then we got to Atlanta. 90 minutes to go through immigration, baggage claim and customs! Compare that to 15-20 minutes in Tokyo, Seoul and Jeju. On to the Delta Sky Club: no showers or buffet filled with good food as in Tokyo -- only pretzels, cookies and bad coffee.
And finally, why is it that in America, the supposed "melting pot," the only language seen on signs is English? We just got off a flight from Japan that was chock-full of Asians, all of whom have to go through US Immigration and there was not a single sign in any language other than English. Throughout Korea signs were in Korean and English; in Tokyo they were in Japanese, Korean, Chinese and English. In every international airport I have ever been to there have been signs in the native language and in at least English and likely one more.
But not here. "Screw you, world" is our attitude.
Damn, when's the next flight to Seoul?
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