Originally posted by SueM in MN
I found and posted this number about a month ago when it was in the newspaper (but thanks for posting the whole text of this article).
I don't know if anyone has used it yet, but I certainly plan on having the number with me when we travel next time.
I had that very number in my hot little (service dog) pack when I was left stranded in a wheelchair by the American Airlines wheelchair-pushing Skycaps for 2 hours upon arriving at the Orlando (MCO) airport on January 4 on my way to WDW. Lot of good it does you when:
1. You cannot get to a telephone to call. Cell phone, anyone? Nope, not I.
2. You cannot find an airline (American Airlines) employee who will do more than place a phone call before getting back to seat assignment and other gate 15 duties.
3. You are held hostage for so long that anyone likely to answer that telephone during business hours has long ago gone home or, if there, is not able to reach anyone in a position to give immediate real-time assistance to you....
4. You are promised over and over that someone is on the way. So you wait.
If I had been able to get to a telephone to call that number I'd have complained about
1. The little creep who made me wait, protesting, in a huge line to get to the counter personnel on the grounds of "National Security" and because he didn't want the other line-dwellers to think I was getting special treatment, even though it is normal policy for airlines to handle electric
scooter and electric wheelchairs separately because of the length of time it takes them to complete the paperwork and procedures required to transport those machines on an aircraft.
(The counter agent who finally did the scooter paperwork told me she had notified his supervisor of this time-wasting power play.)
2. The inability of the seat assigners to keep from giving away blocked seats on three out of four flight legs to other passengers, although I was assured those seats were blocked for the use of my service dog. What do I do? Fold my dog?
The lady assigned to the window seat on the first leg complained that she was afraid of dogs and demanded another seat and an Angel I had been talking to before the flight took the seat, spending 40 minutes with her feet on the bulkhead wall so as not to step on my dog who was scrunched up between the bulkhead wall and the seat legs
3. The flagrant use of the "National Security" card to prevent me from having carry-on luggage with me in the cabin, or my electric scooter delivered to the gate for me to use during layovers and flight changes.
4. The bullying attitude of one particular "Stewardess" who tried to charge me for excess baggage (for a bag containing Cash's food and water dishes) because the cabin of the airplane that was substituted on one leg of my adventure was smaller than the one scheduled and, as I had already checked two bags (to her, I was not allowed to check any more than two) when they requested everyone on that flight to check their carry-on bags to save cabin space). It seems odd that she didn't single out anyone else for that scheme...When I refused to pay and handed her the bag with instructions to keep it she called her supervisor who advised her to let it go.
5. The insistance by the security personnel on the first of two legs of the flight that my scooter be completely dismantled to verify the existance of spill-proof batteries (gel cell) and be transported that way so that it was delivered to the baggage area in Orlando broken (tiller adjustment control broken, charging cord plug cover torn off, main power hookup clip broken); in two separate pieces...seat and scooter body; and, obviously, not working.
6. The inability of the baggage control personnel in Orlando to locate my luggage until I waded in and started yelling.
7. The inability of the Orlando airline personnel to locate someone to reassemble and patch up my scooter in a timely fashion so at least I could get out of the airport.
8. The 2-hour aforementioned wait to be pushed to the baggage area after landing at MCO gate 15. Skycap supervisor's attitude about this was outrageously thin....The buddy system at work...
9. Being forced by the cabin steward to sit in a difficult-to-reach inner seat (choice of window or center) on the grounds that if I sat in the assigned aisle seat my service dog, on the floor, would block the path of anyone else sitting in those seats, although the entire row was supposed to have been blocked off. It remained , for once, blocked off throughout the boarding process and the flight. I moved to the aisle seat after takeoff.
10. The long gangway walk I was forced to make when there was neither my scooter nor airport wheelchair to meet me at the airplane to take me to the next connection at leg 2 of the flight.
11. An idiot tram driver who, upon stopping next to the tram I was finally able to catch to the next leg of the flight yelled at me to move my "luggage" to the flatbed portion of the tram instead of putting it at my feet in the passenger portion of the tram. He repeated his loud demands until my tram's driver and other passengers got through to him that the luggage was a service dog.
12. I wasn't allowed to have carry-on bags in the cabin on the first leg because the bulkhead seat to which I was asssigned had, being a bulkhead seat, no under-seat storage in front of it and the appropriate overhead compartment was dedicated to emergency equipment. I was not allowed to use other overhead compartments because, I was told, the new contract with the cabin personnel prohibited them from handling luggage and they wouldn't be able to load or unload my carry-ons into or out of the overhead compartments.
So, use the telephone number at some point. Don't promise yourself, however, that you'll use it at the first sign of trouble...You'll be so busy trying to get where you're going that you won't want to take the extra time for a face-off. You'll just want to RUN! Then get 'em later.....
Are we having fun yet?...Now where's that phone number?
Luv ya, mean it.......