repost from a previous publication
It used to be that most travel writers skipped the joys of checking in at the airport, either because it wasn’t an issue or it wasn’t one they wanted to cover. Today’s traveller needs to know all they can about airports and airlines before they purchase their tickets, much less head out the door. While I have provided an initial and incomplete version, something fuller is required.
There have been changes in the start of travel for those living near the lair, as the new Indianapolis Airport opened, with much fanfare and rejoicing. The design of the airport is, overall, very good and it is easy to get to, move around in, and find what you need to find. The one complaint I have is that the old paid-for electric outlets are nowhere to be found in the new, and outlets of any type are a bit sparse—a drawback in a facility otherwise designed for the modern traveler replete with free WiFi.
This summer, there was another change at the airport, on the part of United. In years past, especially with my embeds to Iraq, I had very good and cordial dealings with the United team. They were efficient, effective, and consummate professionals. They had seen it all and most likely handled it all over the years. When I was preparing for this last trip, I noticed that I didn’t recognize anyone at their counters. Initially, I put that down to coming by on a weekend afternoon, and didn’t think much about it, other than to be very disappointed with the quality of information and service I got when stopping there to ask a question or two.
Well, it was the same crew there, almost exactly, when I went to check in on the Thursday I left, and I was even more dismayed. First, after having paid a small bit extra online for priority check in, what I found at the counters was chaos. No first class, no priority, just all a big mess with a crowd rather than a line or order. I get up to the counter, and hit problems.
For years, the airline industry has done what amounts to token coverage for the contents of your suitcase. If you wanted more, you had to ask, and the results ranged from reasonable and agreeable to all, to usury and a most disagreeable experience. Most of the time when I asked about extra coverage, to be honest, I got extra at no fee and not a lot of hassle.
Not this time. The new crew representing United claimed to have never heard of any such thing. Phone calls were placed to corporate headquarters, and incredulous exclamations were the order of the day as they found out there was indeed such and detailed (and apparently patient) instructions on how to do same. Even more when they, and I, found out that United wanted a good fee and would only cover damage, not loss. I may actually have used the word “merde” at this point, and ended up declining the coverage and expressing the thought to the person handling my check in that if my knives were lost or damaged, that United would consider United Breaks Guitars (and its follow-up) to be a love tap.
Then, there was the fun joy of scanning my passport. They couldn’t do it. No matter what they tried, they couldn’t scan it. The check-in agent told me I needed a new passport, and I pointed out that it was a new one. They then told me that the corner was too damaged, and I noted that it didn’t look that bad to me. They then moaned and kvetched long and loud about having to manually enter my data, and I made no reply but came close to offering a homily about sucking it up and dealing with it.
There were additional theatrics, including forgetting to give me my luggage claim check, but the long and the short of it is that what has never taken more than ten minutes (more towards five)—even when traveling to Iraq—took some 45 minutes. That’s right, three quarters of an hour.
Nor was I the only one having trouble. It seems no one on this new United team understood or spoke any foreign language from what I could tell. With United doing a lot of international business, this created problems which contributed to the chaos at the counter, as they had issues with a gentleman who spoke Spanish and a lady who spoke a far Eastern language, and there may well have been others. Within five minutes of arriving, I was concentrating strictly on trying to get sense and service for my needs and stopped noting much else that was going on.
Later in my travels, well away from the trauma and travail of check-in, I had the chance to spend some time with someone very familiar with United. According to what they told me, there was indeed a new team at the Indianapolis airport. It seems that United did away with their team that was there, and contracted out those operations. They also told me a good bit more, including how United was squandering the good will with customers and with employees. This person, who had good reason to fly on United, was choosing not to do so in a number of cases. I learned enough that I am strongly considering flying out of another airport, such as Chicago, if I fly United overseas again. That is a big if for me right now, given my experiences this time and what I learned from others. Only one flight crew, and I will give them a commendation later for something else, offered any friendliness and professional service.
From the look of things, United wants to go back into bankruptcy. If they do, they will have little or no sympathy from their customers and even their employees. If they do, their leadership will have no one to blame but themselves, for this could be easily fixed and United taken to new heights. For now, my take is United #fail, with options taken on United #epic fail.
I also notes that the U.S. Airways crew, located directly behind the United counters, has, in comparison, been a positive dream to deal with at the Indianapolis airport.
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