Is that a bucket full of meat? No just delta loading the disabled

Yeah I know you’re all saying ” Mia delta?” I know they were assholes but Ella wanted to fly to Toronto and part of their settlement was copious free flights cash and skymiles so into the lions den again I rolled. Like all our previous flights it was planned better than the d -days landing on Omaha beach , but you know that old saying about the well laid plans of mice and men !
The air line said it was a full size jet with a roll on skywalk and to arrive by 6.30 as we would be preloaded at 7.10pm, it was even printed on the ticket.
So Ella and I loaded into the faithfull hernans limo and manhattan for JFK terminal two at 4.30pm arrived at 5.30 checked in rolled to gate 64 international departures handed the woman the afore mentioned ticket with the afore mentioned printed pre loading at 7.10pm on it and there it was that deer in the headlights ” were not delta ,were an associate we don’t load until ten minutes before at 8.20pm” came tumbling out of her mouth stunned I asked why , ” because we have to locate a lift for you” ? A lift I said? A lift she replied holding my temper I asked why ” because there are stairs” came the reply .
I showed her our booking information, full size jet, skywalk, early boarding, all guaranteed in writing ? Another deer in the headlights appeared” umm it’s a fifty seat Lear jet with ladder stairs that don’t reach the ground and you’re being loaded by forklift? Forklift???
I rolled away until 8.20pm at the allotted time we were escorted down a long, no make that bloody long dark back corridor the only thing missing was some yelling ” dead man walking” Finally we found our way out onto a dark wet Tarmac, and there was a Lear jet with a ladder that stopped three feet from the ground and a forklift with a hard hatted driver more at home in a storage facility and to make matters worse there on the front was something akin to a giant fiberglass ice cream scoop. Suddenly with Zeus on my lap a rude abusive teamsters wannabe was picking me up and pushing and groping me and shoving me into this scoop so small I had to bend almost to the waste. Then I hear an engine the forks are lifted to jet Height and he motors me across the Tarmac like so much fruit and veg at at a wholesale market until I thud against the side of the plane. Suddenly another set of hands rocks me back like a sack truck, and I am dragged to my seat in a twelve row Lear jet so small Zeus was on my lap my head touched the roof.
Whiskey foxtrot tango delta?
I am disabled not boxed taped and shrink wrapped, never again, never again.

Author: disabledaccessdenied

I am a disabled woman who through no fault of my own has wheels under my ass. I rely on the decency and common sense of local, state and federal goverments, as well as the retail community to abide by the disabled access laws and provide adequate ramps, disabled toilets, and not use them as store rooms or broom closets. This blog exists to find the offenders and out them, inform them, and report them if necessary and shame them into doing the right thing when all else fails.

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