Saturday, September 02, 2006

E-ticket

Your rather wild charge we are utterly clueless when it comes to E-ticket flies in the face that we have used it for eons.
Uh, hello; I think the first time we used E-ticket was probably Jill’s long-ago wedding to “what’s-his-face.” (How could I forget that wedding? Trying to not get poked in the ribs by the cello-player while trying to not knock over the potted plant — all so I could shoot a video that is now in some landfill. Dollar-Bill danced with MotherDear too. [Must have been the champagne.])
You still had to check in (no home-printed boarding-passes yet), but the reservations had been done online. No actual ticket-stub; checking in was just verification of our reservations, seat assignments, and boarding-passes printed by them.
Printing your own boarding-passes came later, but why bother stand in line at an airport kiosk when it’s accessing the same system you can access with your home ‘pyooter?
Plus, I can choose my seat-assignments 24 hours in advance. I ain’t draggin’ to no airport one day early just to do that.
Reservations for the funerals of FatherBird and MotherDear were made over the phone because they were on such short notice. In fact, if you recall (do you remember this, Bubba?), MotherDear’s funeral we flew into Miami — we couldn’t fly into Fort Lauderdale. And it was via O’Hare — a huge dog-leg.
Unlike you, we’re not doing short-notice business-travel. We’re reserving months in advance, and your travel-agent is accessing the same system we access. Kristin could do it too. So could you; if you could steal yourself away from the famblee-site (i.e. put down the rotten tomatoes).
This is how I do it, bluster-boy. I fire up Travelocity (or some such) and punch in my information. I then compare what airline best suits our needs at the lowest price.
I then fire up the airline’s system. (Why should I pay Travelocity five bucks when I don’t need to?) On the airline system I make electronical reservations.
Boarding-passes get printed here at home 24 hours in advance.
That’s how I did the entire trip to Californy, plus your dreaded wedding. Maybe it’s time you moved into the new century.
And maybe you could do a little research before making some wildly horrendous charge; i.e. unholster your peashooter before pulling the trigger.

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