You misplaced my bag on Christmas Day. I filled out the reimbursement form, which you say takes 8-10 weeks. I have the money to cover the gap, but I wonder if all of your passengers can afford 2+ months of waiting.
Next, the random algorithm selected me for heavy duty searching at the airport, including my checked bag. Not your circus, not your monkey, but your surly gate attendant did not make it any more pleasant.
And then, on the return flight, you misplaced DS’s bag and dropped mine from the conveyor belt. I got to see the bag drop, because we were on a delayed connecting flight, where a poor soul got bumped because the propellor plane was in an “overweight situation.” Fwiw, bumping me would have been more useful from the weight standpoint :)). But, the bag showed up the next day.
United, I tend to be a glass half full kind of guy, but you really tested me. A week of wonderful weather, wonderful food, wonderful company was nearly forgotten while in your care for the return, but nah. I still had a great time. Maybe I need to pay for business seats in the future, but TBH, they don’t seem great either and I don’t think they would have prevented the luggage issues.
How can you not understand what you have done and say there is nothing you can do to make it better? You want to just move on and forget about it. You can’t.
Why do funeral homes quote a dramatically lower price on the phone (for example $800 out the door cremation) but in person charge more to people “walk ins”($2500) and then sheepishly match the phone price when told you called?
I’m genuinely nervous about my surgery on Thursday. Logically, I know it’s silly to be scared (I have a fantastic surgeon, and it’s pretty low-risk), but I am. And it doesn’t help for DH to keep pointing out the logic. He’s not the one going under the knife!!
It would be really nice if you could tell me when you’re going to come repair the broken gas line that your tech diagnosed last night in our yard…and that it’s not “some day next week.” It’s supposed to snow this weekend. We might need heat. And yes, I do need to be there when the crew shows up. The tech identified that the meter and shutoff valve is in the basement. You can’t get in there without me. Wonder how you will deal with the 80 foot tree that’s six inches away from the line?
Forget ordering from a caterer, which you say you won’t do, are you telling me that between you and your siblings you cannot put together a couple hundred dollars to at least order some platters from the supermarket for your father’s memorial service? You expect 100 guests, who are supposed to drive from wherever they live on a Saturday afternoon in January, and you are offering them nothing but a cup of coffee–that the church is paying for!–and some cookies? And that moreover you expect me and a few unpaid volunteers to BAKE and serve said cookies to 100 people FOR FREE??? The family of a prominent medical professional?
You’ve had well over a month to plan this. Why don’t YOU and your siblings and the grandchildren make some sandwiches for your guests? Are you and your family monumentally cheap, or simply clueless? Or both?
I like to help with this sort of thing, but I am feeling REALLY exploited.
One of the benefits of having two monitors is that I can stream things on one and continue working on the other. Today I’m pausing to cry my mascara off with the door shut as I appreciate someone good & honorable being recognized for those qualities.
You are really bad at figuring out solutions. I am really very good. So why won’t
you believe me when I give you the solution? And then once I put the problem solving into
action you take the credit? It is really annoying and makes everything take longer than it needs to take.
It is all about your pride. I would like a dollar for every time you start out with how it cannot be fixed when
it can be fixed. Sometimes growing up with nothing has a silver lining.
I will say that you do a good job in the very end.
Who hires ambulance chasers who advertise on tv? Really-- the ad about the woman calling the attorney from the scene of the accident where her husband was just hit by a tractor trailer-- ridiculous.
The “normal price” for my son’s prescription I had difficulty getting today is almost $900. Wow!
I “only” paid $85, but ouch. He got hives (red itchy bumps). I guess we are lucky we can afford this?
You’ve been gone almost a year and a half. Funny the things that retrigger the grief as if it were the day it happened. There was the sweetest post on Facebook by a lady who was giving a new elderly care home resident a manicure. She asked the resident why she wanted clear polish and, when she said it was because her hands looked ugly, told her her hands told the story of her life and they were beautiful. She ended up with pretty pink nails and I haven’t been able to stop crying since I read it. I remember your nails would be prettily painted and your hair prettily styled but when I would say how pretty they were and ask who did it you would always say “I did it myself”. You were so withdrawn into yourself those last years, I don’t think you were aware of who took care of you. I wish I could hold your hands again and tell you how beautiful they and you are to me and your son. Miss you Mum.
