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	<title>Comments on: Bad Air Travel Experiences</title>
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		<title>by: John Auchter</title>
		<link>http://auchtoon.com/blog/2006/09/05/bad-air-travel-experiences/#comment-15</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Sep 2006 10:33:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Looking back, you have to ask -- was Pellston really necessary? Did anyone ever actually get on or off a plane in *Pellston*? Maybe it was just a refueling stop. (Or a place where they could rewind the rubber bands for the propellers.)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Looking back, you have to ask &#8212; was Pellston really necessary? Did anyone ever actually get on or off a plane in *Pellston*? Maybe it was just a refueling stop. (Or a place where they could rewind the rubber bands for the propellers.)
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		<title>by: Dominic</title>
		<link>http://auchtoon.com/blog/2006/09/05/bad-air-travel-experiences/#comment-13</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Sep 2006 00:07:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I think I took the same plane you did...Houghton to Green Bay to Pellston to Tawas to Saginaw to Flint to Detroit to Chicago.  Well maybe we did not make that many stops, but it sure semed like it.  Was interviewing at US Steel (in Gary, sing the song), got off the plane and could barely walk because my legs fell asleep.  I was young and naive.  Didn't know that you could walk around the plane while it was in the air. 

Dominic</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think I took the same plane you did&#8230;Houghton to Green Bay to Pellston to Tawas to Saginaw to Flint to Detroit to Chicago.  Well maybe we did not make that many stops, but it sure semed like it.  Was interviewing at US Steel (in Gary, sing the song), got off the plane and could barely walk because my legs fell asleep.  I was young and naive.  Didn&#8217;t know that you could walk around the plane while it was in the air. </p>
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		<title>by: John</title>
		<link>http://auchtoon.com/blog/2006/09/05/bad-air-travel-experiences/#comment-12</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Sep 2006 21:11:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Right. Daddy will get one. 

So Mr. Wonka, how much for the airplane? Name your price.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Right. Daddy will get one. </p>
<p>So Mr. Wonka, how much for the airplane? Name your price.
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		<title>by: Mike</title>
		<link>http://auchtoon.com/blog/2006/09/05/bad-air-travel-experiences/#comment-7</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Sep 2006 13:30:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>So many flights but mercifully few bad ones... Lots of &quot;entitled&quot; people

I want an aisle seat!
Service takeoff to landing, 
10,000 tons of ice cream
If I don't get the things I'm demanding
I'm going to scream...

The worst flight ever was a red eye from Sau Paulo to Miami on the nearly defunct Varig.  It was the last flight out before Christmas and the only seat was a non reclining economy seat in the rear of the plane.  Non-smoking section yes but the plane was smoking on the right side and non on the left.  My bloodshot eyes, gravel voice and ode de ashtray ruined my Folders homecoming moment...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So many flights but mercifully few bad ones&#8230; Lots of &#8220;entitled&#8221; people</p>
<p>I want an aisle seat!<br />
Service takeoff to landing,<br />
10,000 tons of ice cream<br />
If I don&#8217;t get the things I&#8217;m demanding<br />
I&#8217;m going to scream&#8230;</p>
<p>The worst flight ever was a red eye from Sau Paulo to Miami on the nearly defunct Varig.  It was the last flight out before Christmas and the only seat was a non reclining economy seat in the rear of the plane.  Non-smoking section yes but the plane was smoking on the right side and non on the left.  My bloodshot eyes, gravel voice and ode de ashtray ruined my Folders homecoming moment&#8230;
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		<title>by: ryan</title>
		<link>http://auchtoon.com/blog/2006/09/05/bad-air-travel-experiences/#comment-6</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Sep 2006 12:56:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>It's a toss-up.

Return flight from San Francisco (thanks Rapistan); mother with two children behind me, kids are around 8 and 12. 12 year old doesn't want to be on the flight, 8 year old is completely obsessed with playing with... the dog they brought with them. Yep, 20-ish pound, floppy-eared, curly-haired mutt plopped dead center of the mother's lap. 

The dog was &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; happy to be on an airplane, especially one headed for Detroit. Did you know that 20-ish pound, floppy-eared, curly-haired mutts can whine a tone just below the threshold of flight attendants but just within the hearing range of fellow, nearby passengers? For 5 hours. Non-stop. 

Or, the trip to Boston, from Detroit, via... Atlanta. A 2 hour flight miraculously turned into a 9-hour, weather-delayed, don't-care-budget-airline induced cluster [explicative]. Both ways. Don't fly AirTran.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s a toss-up.</p>
<p>Return flight from San Francisco (thanks Rapistan); mother with two children behind me, kids are around 8 and 12. 12 year old doesn&#8217;t want to be on the flight, 8 year old is completely obsessed with playing with&#8230; the dog they brought with them. Yep, 20-ish pound, floppy-eared, curly-haired mutt plopped dead center of the mother&#8217;s lap. </p>
<p>The dog was <em>not</em> happy to be on an airplane, especially one headed for Detroit. Did you know that 20-ish pound, floppy-eared, curly-haired mutts can whine a tone just below the threshold of flight attendants but just within the hearing range of fellow, nearby passengers? For 5 hours. Non-stop. </p>
<p>Or, the trip to Boston, from Detroit, via&#8230; Atlanta. A 2 hour flight miraculously turned into a 9-hour, weather-delayed, don&#8217;t-care-budget-airline induced cluster [explicative]. Both ways. Don&#8217;t fly AirTran.
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