So my trip to “Ottawa” just took me to Halifax, half way to Montreal, then down to Moncton where we sat on the tarmac for an hour before heading back to Halifax. So I’m here in the airport, waiting for a 6pm flight to Ottawa, assuming of course it doesn’t need to take me to Chicago and Jamaica first. Sorry, no updates today. I need to expend all my psychic efforts willing the grusome deaths of many executive decision makers. I love how Air Canada thinks it can charge you for everything from chips to actually ensuring you get a seat* but then can’t get you to where you paid to go.
*Next time you book, make sure you check—-the lowest rate (Tango, usually) is now basically a standby flight, and because they’ve made a policy of heavily overbooking, you’re not guaranteed to get on unless you’re paying for one of the more premium packages. Nice eh? The best part is, they’ve tried to sell it as a perk, some kind of high class club. Someone said to me at a party recently that the business folk really love AC’s new model, and I said, Yeah, that’s the problem—-I’ve come to learn that the kinds of things busines folk like are usually no good for guys like me.