So I went to check in online, and it asked me to check some boxes for what luggage I wanted to bring on board. I did, and it told me that to carry on both a backpack and a roller bag it’ll be $45, or $65 if I try to play games and they have to check stuff at the gate.
I said fuck that, and unchecked some boxes. It said I couldn’t check in without putting a credit card on file, that they would charge if there were any issues and they wound up needing to charge me for my luggage. It wouldn’t let me continue without putting a credit card on file and checking a box that said they could charge me for my luggage, if they felt it was excessive.
I said fuck that and decided to check in at the airport. I threw all my stuff in a backpack to remove any wiggle room, and the kiosk said the same thing. I talked to one of the people, and she said it’s a new policy. I pointed out that I paid for my ticket, she could see I had only a backpack, and I wanted to get in the airplane. She told me to go talk to the guy at the end.
I talked to the guy at the end, politely, and eventually he printed a boarding pass for me. But you should know they’re up to some bullshit.
Let’s be fair.
They signed up to be the lowest of the overly-entitled rentacops out there. that’s on them.
They didn’t sign up to get irradiated by some shady shit that the FCC is all “no. Fuck off” about when asked about safety concerns.
So let’s render unto Caesar on this one. The FCC (FAA? I may have that wrong) are huge dinks for knowingly subjecting their people to rads way in excess of what’s cool – worse if you look at the TSA people and realize they aren’t pasty-whites and then it’s mean to minorities.
And Logan intl are dinks, just like whatever union the TSA people are in, for not supporting and protecting the staff. That lawsuit is gonna be like Erin Brockovich II .
And this just reminds you that if they could get other jobs then they will. The people who can’t dead-sea-effect out of there are gonna be absolutely unemployable elsewhere. And that fills me with a warm and fuzzy feeling about the mental capacity and happiness of TSA agents and their international emulants.