a well lived bland life
Airports. You pay a couple hundred dollars for a quick ride across the country and they think that gives them the right to then take advantage of you and rip you off. I’m currently aboard a flight from Chicago to San Francisco and in the midst of the grand excitement that is flying aboard an aircraft, examined my empty 20oz. bottle of Coca Cola to see the price tag mocking me like a little boy who just beat me in a board game. I was hungry and in a hurried run across the Chicago O’Hare airport and decided that food before my 4 hour flight would be a great idea. I pointed at my sandwich of choice and grabbed a great tasting soda and swiped my credit card and off I was. So here I sit about an hour or two later and this is when I finally notice the price tag of that ever-so-delicious and thirst quenching Coca Cola. $2.49. For effect I’ll say it one more time. I paid $2.49 for a 20oz. Coke. There was nothing special about that Coke, except for the fact that it accompanied the sandwich magnificently. It was the same Coke, in quantity and formula, I could have purchased three blocks away in a convenience store for $1. Except the new airline safety regulations don’t allow passengers to carry-on containers with more than 4oz. of liquid. So this was my only choice. To pay the ridiculously inflated price. There’s a word for this: Monopoly. As we all know monopolies are illegal. I’m sure the airport vendors were pleased when liquids were barred from being brought on airplanes. And I’m sure they celebrated by increasing the price of soda another $.25. What has happened to customer service and pleasing the customer? Which brings me to my next point: inconvenience. Where will we draw the line between security and convenience? Unless something changes I can foresee it already. In the near future to enter beyond security we will have to strip down to nothing but our skivies, then be forced to purchase overly inflated – pre-approved airline apparel on the other side of the security gates. Abrocrombie & Fitch will be their biggest seller, selling everyone “fashioned”, or as I call them – worn, jeans for only $200. Oh, by the way, my turkey and cheddar deli-style sandwich was only $7.
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