Damn you Ryan Air
I really do love you Ryan Air. Your route map is far superior to any other airline in Europe. You fly to places that many airlines do not. Your flights are on time and reliable. But most of all, I love you because you are cheap. Oh so cheap.
But sometimes I feel like you are just using me for my money. I feel like our relationship is a little one sided. I don’t think you actually care about my feelings. Actually I think you secretly despise me. I feel like you are using me, Ryan Air.
You make me pay to take luggage with me on my flight. Sometimes you even charge me for having only a carry on. I just don’t think that is fair. And if god forbid I should have a kilo or two extra in my luggage, well you want to charge me something like 20 euros a kilo. Sometimes that is more than the initial ticket!
You don’t let the elderly, the sick, or parents have priority boarding….. well… not unless they pay for it.
You also don’t assign seats, meaning that friends, families and couples are often split up. You may not suffer if the couple with the infant is split up on the flight, but we do. (oh and the person that has to sit beside the infant, because you split up the parents… they suffer too.)
You make your carry on luggage maximum size just that little bit smaller than the industry standard… just so you can charge people to check their carry ons because they are “too big.”
You even charge me just for using a credit or debit card to pay for my flight booking, as if you are doing me a great service in allowing me to pay you.
And yet I still love you. Despite this, all the other airlines are still more expensive.
But now you have changed your rules yet again. Now we have to check in online or else cop a 60 euro per person fine. And not only that, but we have to print our own boarding passes…. or else a 15 euro per person fine.
I mean, I don’t mind printing the boarding pass if that helps you be efficient and all, but is it necessary for such a large fine for just one piece of paper?
Dan and I just spent a week in Cyprus. It was amazing. So much history, so much beauty. But do you know what there wasn’t so much of…. internet cafes. All we could find were closed down abandoned buildings where internet cafes used to be. Even the hotels we stayed in operated on paper only and had no printer. (and sometimes they had no one working there to be found). We even tried going into a car rental office and offering money to use their printer. We even saw it… sitting there all shiny and proud on the desk. “It isn’t connected”, she said. “I don’t believe you”, I thought. Even information was not helpful. I asked the man at the information desk, “Can I please use your printer?” I could see it. It was old. It was probably one of the first printers available on the market, but it was there. “We don’t have a printer,” the man replied. “You’re lying,” I thought to myself. “Do you know who does?” I asked. “Ask at the information desk,” he replied. “YOU are the information desk,” I state… I mean, I think it’s a reasonable assumption. He IS sitting at a desk with a large sign proclaiming INFORMATION on it. He simply replied..”No.”
So you see Ryan Air..we tried! We really did try to print your boarding pass. But it wasn’t good enough.
So of course, we were not allowed to check in. We had to go and first pay our fine.
We went to the lady at the fine paying desk. “Hi, we were not able to get our boarding pass printed.” “Oh no,” she said, “that’s bad, that’s very bad.” She looked really worried. Now I was really worried. What if they don’t let us on the plane. Because of one piece of paper!!! Oh god…!!
After a few minutes of her questioning us on why we could not print it, she finally printed off the one required piece of paper. And of course… charged us our 30 Euro fine. (at least Jacob escaped the fine.
Apparently though we got off light. She told us that today (or tomorrow… she wasn’t sure) the fine is increasing to 70 Euros per person.
I mean REALLY…. come on Ryan Air.
Isn’t 70 Euros for a piece of paper a bit steep? I mean, the flight for all three of us cost less then that. I feel like… I feel like you might be trying to use me here.
I hate you Ryan Air. You are money hungry and mean. Your seats are uncomfortable and you try to sell me crap on the plane.
No, I don’t want to buy your lottery tickets.
No, I don’t want to buy your pornographic calender.
No, I don’t want your duty free alcohol.
I hate you.
But I love you. And unfortunately… I’m sure I will be back.
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