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that Southwest isn't on the travel sites.. There are couple of others - maybe Spirit - that don't use the travel sites...
But, its not all rainbows and Yahtzee, either.. Southwest has this AMAZINGLY stupid system of seat assignment.. You pay for what area you get to line up at the gate to board the plane.. the more you pay, the closer you get to front of the line.. once the lines starts moving, its first come, first served.. when we flew to pickup Gypsie, we were at the back of the line (didn't know better) and I ended up in the only single seat available around row 12.. My wife got the only other available singe seat on row 23, so we were nowhere near each other.. and that flight was jam packed like sardines.. all Southwest flights are..
So, on the return trip home, we had our little injured Beagle Gypsie with us and we let her poke her head out of the travel crate at the gate.. the lady working asked us about her and we told her Gypsie's story about being paralyzed and we were flying cross country to pick her up to adopt her.. She literally had tears streaming down her cheeks and decided to give us some sort of emergency "cuts" in the lines so we'd be closer to the front of the line so we could at least sit together..
So, plane ended up being hours late.. we start backing up and the kid across the aisle from us EXPLODES in projectile vomit.. vomit went EVERYWHERE.. Little Gypsie was under the seat not making a peep.. The stewardess told the captain, who pulled back up to the gate.. after 15 minutes a crew comes and cleans the vomit., while this is happening, they left the engines running.. after the vomit was cleaned, the captain gets on the horn as says we don't have enough fuel to get to Dallas.. So we need to refuel.. it was getting late and there were no fuel trucks.. they finally find one, fuel it up, we fly to Dallas, get there at 1am (supposed to get to Dallas at 4pm) and we find our car and drive 3 hours back to Wichita Falls..
During that entire ordeal, Gypsie never made a peep.. the guy sitting next to me on the plane: I told him the entire story, but he didn't know Gypsie was under the seat in front of me and probably thought I was making it up. as we were getting up to leave I asked him if he wanted to meet Gypsie.. He laughs and says "yeah".. I pull Gypsie from under the seat, she pokes her head out of the travel crate and that dude nearly craps his pants.. lol It was an interesting trip..
Friendship is like peeing your pants.. Everybody can see it, but only you can feel the warmth..
But, its not all rainbows and Yahtzee, either.. Southwest has this AMAZINGLY stupid system of seat assignment.. You pay for what area you get to line up at the gate to board the plane.. the more you pay, the closer you get to front of the line.. once the lines starts moving, its first come, first served.. when we flew to pickup Gypsie, we were at the back of the line (didn't know better) and I ended up in the only single seat available around row 12.. My wife got the only other available singe seat on row 23, so we were nowhere near each other.. and that flight was jam packed like sardines.. all Southwest flights are..
So, on the return trip home, we had our little injured Beagle Gypsie with us and we let her poke her head out of the travel crate at the gate.. the lady working asked us about her and we told her Gypsie's story about being paralyzed and we were flying cross country to pick her up to adopt her.. She literally had tears streaming down her cheeks and decided to give us some sort of emergency "cuts" in the lines so we'd be closer to the front of the line so we could at least sit together..
So, plane ended up being hours late.. we start backing up and the kid across the aisle from us EXPLODES in projectile vomit.. vomit went EVERYWHERE.. Little Gypsie was under the seat not making a peep.. The stewardess told the captain, who pulled back up to the gate.. after 15 minutes a crew comes and cleans the vomit., while this is happening, they left the engines running.. after the vomit was cleaned, the captain gets on the horn as says we don't have enough fuel to get to Dallas.. So we need to refuel.. it was getting late and there were no fuel trucks.. they finally find one, fuel it up, we fly to Dallas, get there at 1am (supposed to get to Dallas at 4pm) and we find our car and drive 3 hours back to Wichita Falls..
During that entire ordeal, Gypsie never made a peep.. the guy sitting next to me on the plane: I told him the entire story, but he didn't know Gypsie was under the seat in front of me and probably thought I was making it up. as we were getting up to leave I asked him if he wanted to meet Gypsie.. He laughs and says "yeah".. I pull Gypsie from under the seat, she pokes her head out of the travel crate and that dude nearly craps his pants.. lol It was an interesting trip..
Friendship is like peeing your pants.. Everybody can see it, but only you can feel the warmth..
