Exactly how difficult is it to get yourself checked in at the airport?
But given my personal experience earlier this week, I felt compelled to at least ask the question.
Typically, when I travel by air, I go without check-in luggage.
Beyond the obvious justification of not having to pay for carry-on luggage—as is still the case with most airlines—keeping all your worldly goods within sight reduces the chance of lost luggage, plus greatly reduces the time spent watching the baggage carrousel go round-and-round when you arrive at your destination, as you quietly pray that your stuff did not end up in Poughkeepsie when you flew to Portland.
Sometimes, I have no choice but to entrust the airline industry with taking possession of my valuables, since the flight attendants seem to frown when I attempt to cram my five-foot long skis into the four-foot long overhead storage bins.
They’re funny like that.
Thus was the case a couple of days ago when I was en route to enjoy the mega-dumping of that world famous fluffy powder, for a few days of skiing in Utah. There I was, with over a hundred people in line at Sacramento International Airport (SMF) that snaked back and forth as people inched their way towards the ticket counters.
Southwest Airlines did their best by staffing a dozen, or so, positions to get people on their way towards the next line, for the TSA security check.
As soon as they finished with one person, the ticket counter agent would call out to the next person in the queue in a clear, loud voice,
The problem is, there appears to be an entire generation of people who seemingly are born with a cell phone permanently attached to their hand as an additional appendage, and those people don’t seem to notice when they are being called upon.
Actually, they don’t seem to notice much of anything, as they have been known to walk into fountains, in front of light-rail trains, and into open ditches.
Those people tend to have their face buried deep into their cell phones—likely posting a Facebook status update, something like,
“Standing in a huge airport check-in line that is not moving…not sure why.”
As the ticket agent continues to call out,
Ironically, just before this trip came up, Southwest Airlines sent me a tutorial on the proper procedure for prompt boarding.
I just might be able to suggest a few dozen of those people who might benefit from this helpful information.
Don’t even get me started on the lack of simple preparation to assure a quick trip through the security check.