Picture this: It's 2 a.m. we're finally checking into our hotel in Florida. It is freezing cold. Willie's been up most of the night (and usually goes to sleep at 7 p.m. on the dot). And I am no longer the ambassador for Skybus.
Big shocker right?
We barely get on the plane before the mobs, despite having requested a wheelchair for gram and paying extra to board early. (Because despite the wheelchair/age factor) doesn't get you on first. I jumped up behind an angry mob of people crammed inside the terminal at Pease, like someone bidding at an auction, and was able to get gram onto the plan. We had lost Kenny... No sooner had to stepped out of the aisle and the airline opened the gates--literally. It was like the running of the bulls in Spain. If we have been unfortunate enough to be in the way, we would have met sudden death. It seems the cheap fares on the Skybus, bring in a pushy type of crowd. Maybe it was just the 3 hour delay this night (to be fair).
2 1/2 hours later we arrive at the St. Augustine Airport. Oh by the way, you have to walk down a ramp into the freezing cold here. No walking down the enclosed ramp to the airport. It felt like we hadn't even left NH. And, oh here's another thing they don't tell you, there is not a traditional baggage claim. While Grammy, Willie and I tried to stay warm inside by the baggage area, poor Kenny was out in dark on the tarmack where they drop your bags for you to pick up. Nice.
In the end, we paid as much as we would have going Southwest (About $200 per ticket when you pay extra to check your bags, early boarding, etc).
Grammy called for a vote to never fly this airline again. I may, but only if I'm traveling alone and get the $10 fare.