I am flying from Philadelphia to Portland, Oregon. American Airlines has the only nonstop. I would rather be carried across the country by ants than fly American. The agents at check-in remind me of the Soup Nazi, a seemingly innocent question, such as asking for an aisle seat, resulting in No Trip for You! and being escorted off by German Shepherds. The flight attendants aren’t much better, glaring and hostile and mumbling dark thoughts of Dostoyevskian madness. They scare me.
So, I take Delta Air Lines even though the trip requires a connecting flight through Atlanta and takes three hours longer. It is a fine airline, the only fine airline left in the United States where service is still a job requirement. Delta wants you to fly. American hopes you never fly again.
