What a tough trip! Twenty-three hours door-to-door. The AmericaWest Express puddle-hopper from Palm Springs didn’t bother to show up until an hour late. Like many travellers, that meant I missed my connection in Phoenix. Had to wait hours and then fly in the wrong direction to the City of Lost Wages and wait more hours for a flight to Boston, arriving at 2 AM vice 7:30 PM the previous evening. Of course, there was no bus to get home to New Hampshire at that hour, either. Not one of the three flights I took yesterday left on time – two were over an hour late and the middle one a half-hour. While the staff were helpful and courteous, you can’t run an airline if you can’t move passengers where and when you promise them.
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