delta.
or, how Sage gouged my foot.

My wife and I booked a trip the other weekend.  We wanted to fly from Boston to Atlanta and then return from Charleston SC so that we could do some sailing at Lake Lanier and then stay a few days at my parents’ place.  I have a Delta Sky Miles American Express card, which lets me pay for part of the flight with sky miles; now that you need to burn 50,000 miles to get a ticket anywhere it's kind of nice.  I was able to set up a ticket for myself without any problem.  Then we went to set up my wife’s...   She also has a Sky Miles account, so we were going to do the same thing, but it turns out the ‘pay with miles’ option wasn’t available to her because she didn’t have the Am Ex card.  Then I remembered that I had a companion certificate that came with the card that was supposed to let her travel with me for $99 bucks.  So I called up Delta and after ten minutes on hold and five minutes attempting to communicate with a woman with an indecipherable accent (Indian call center?) we determined that we were out of luck because the certificate could only be used for a round trip to a single destination.  OK, so the supposed perk is useless.  Next we tried to buy the ticket through her sky miles account but using my credit card.  No go, to deduct miles the name on the ticket has to match the name on the card.  So we tried to get her added to the card – called up the Delta/AmEx number, and got her a card issued – but it would take a week to ten days to show up, no benefit today.  Finally we looked at transferring 20,000 miles from her account to mine to get a $200 discount.  But, it turns out they charge you a penny a mile, or in other words, exactly $200 to do it.  Finally we threw up our hands and were going to just buy the ticket…and in the hour and a half we had been fighting with Delta over the phone, the price had jumped by $110.  Calling them up to try to get the original fare we wasted another twenty minutes, to no avail.

 

With the tickets finally squared away, we moved on to the next errand of the day, which was to pile the dogs into the car for a trip to the pet groomer to have their nails clipped.  But, we had wasted so much time dealing with Delta that by the time we got there the groomer was closed.  So the next morning when Sage stepped on my foot in his usual scramble to get out the back door, he accidentally gouged me.  Then, a week later, after we hadn’t had another chance to take the boys to have their nails clipped, Phineas caught his left dew claw on something in the yard and came limping back in the house, whimpering any time someone went near his wounded paw.  Which resulted in a trip to the vet.

 

When I lived in Atlanta, I liked Delta; they were the hometown team, and you could get basically anywhere from Hartsfield on a direct flight.  But now I’m ready for them to disappear into a cloud of bankruptcy and never return.


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