I drive my youngest son crazy because he says I’m all over the place with things I do and do not like. I say he has a difficult time understanding my opinion in the first place, which is completely understandable, because I don’t always understand it.
Take JetBlue Airlines.
In a post last week, written probably two years ago I wrote how I was fully on the JetBlue bandwagon, that they had better leg-room, friendlier air assisters or whatever we call them now— and I was until I wasn’t. That opinion on JetBlue came after flying cross country on Alaska Airlines, Delta and JetBlue in a single year. Of the three JetBlue was the best.
I’ll quantify this with one annoying trait JetBlue had, may still have, I don’t know— the bottomless snack concept. They keep them up towards the front of the plane where I sit and every other minute someone is opening and closing the cabinet door to grab some more snacks. Even on a six hour flight seeing someone grab 3-4 bags of Corn Chips or Cheese Woggles and gleefully run back to their seat (and I’m talking adults not children) is king of disturbing. That door opening and closing gets old quick. Let me give you a piece of advice— and I’ve been working on my diet, for the record I’m 170lbs now— which is 9 lbs lower than high school— sitting for six hours and consuming nothing but carbs is a bad idea.
Regardless, between the time I signed up for a JetBlue Card and earned 90,000 points and I wrote that blog about how much I like them, I flew First Class on American Airlines and United. Game changer. When I tried to upgrade my seat on my next JetBlue flight I was unhappy to see they didn’t have First Class (they call it MINT) on many of their flights.
Between the lack of First Class which makes flying bearable— it’s well worth it my friends, especially if travel is for you like it is for me, deductible— being the first one on and off the plane and getting a level of service when you have a Air Server or whatever we call them now devoted to only 8-10 people makes a HUUUGE difference.
So my son, you see that’s the complexity of trying to understand an opinionated idiot.