Unbelievable

This will sound like a very cheap movie script. But it’s fucking real. So I was supposed to fly from Berlin to Portland, Oregon today, through London and Seattle. We’re standing at the gate, waiting to board, when they make the announcement that the flight has been cancelled. Fuck yeah. So we’re supposed to pick up our luggage, go out landside again, to the BA ticket counter and they will rebook. Well, first problem, luggage isn’t there. Second problem, there’s one and a half guy at the tiny counter only for 300 passengers. Finally, they reticket me, later flight to lhr, then via Vancouver to pdx. And they tell me to get my luggage from A05. A05 tells me to go to lost and found, which is a ten minute walk, another 40 minutes queue. They know nothing about my luggage. Meanwhile check in closure time approaches, so back to the check in counter. They suggest I fly without my luggage. I tell them to Fuck off. So I can’t board the reticketed flight either. Another 45mins at the ticket counter again. And then back to lost and found. Now, finally, someone from lost and found goes to check behind the gate WHERE THE FUCKING LUGGAGE HAS BEEN STANDING AROUND ALL THE FUCKING TIME! and he promised to bring it to me. I mean I could see it behind the glass wall all the time. Now he comes back, he doesn’t have a driver at the moment, we have to wait for a driver to transport my 10,5kg luggage 5m through a glass door. Beautiful.

Of course I won’t make it out today and probably not at all. But one thing is for sure:

The first thing I’ll do when I’m back home is delete my executive club account, send all my cards back to British fucking airways and tell them I hope they die. Fucking morons.

Das gute ist, die Sonne scheint. ☺

FUCK YOU BRITISH AIRWAYS!

FUCK YOU BRITISH AIRWAYS!

FUCK YOU BRITISH AIRWAYS!

FUCK YOU BRITISH AIRWAYS!

FUCK YOU BRITISH AIRWAYS!