Why is it always such fun to fly out of Houston? Why is a two-hour flight NEVER two hours?
After getting up at 5:40am to catch a 7:30 flight back from Houston, I arrived at my gate to hear that the cockpit crew was there, but we were waiting on the flight attendant to arrive on another flight. Of course, that flight was 30 minutes late. 45 minutes later she shows up, and then they announce that there is no captain. Not sure what happened to the original one, but they found Doogie Howser in the lounge and dragged him to our gate. Two hours later, we departed.
After settling into my seat, I notice a very, um, interesting "repair", shown below. Is this a fine example of Express Jet's high maintenance standards? Resolution is poor, but if you look closely you can see the mysterious brown spots on the ceiling. It's not clear what the used napkin/whatever is supposed to accomplish.
The fun continued with a non-flushing lav that was vaguely reminiscent of Trans Air Congo. UGH.
Got back, and waited forever for my gate-checked luggage. By the time I got my bag at the gate, the stray unclaimed checked luggage was floating around the baggage claim area.
I didn't photograph the window frame that was pulling away from the fuselage.
After getting up at 5:40am to catch a 7:30 flight back from Houston, I arrived at my gate to hear that the cockpit crew was there, but we were waiting on the flight attendant to arrive on another flight. Of course, that flight was 30 minutes late. 45 minutes later she shows up, and then they announce that there is no captain. Not sure what happened to the original one, but they found Doogie Howser in the lounge and dragged him to our gate. Two hours later, we departed.
After settling into my seat, I notice a very, um, interesting "repair", shown below. Is this a fine example of Express Jet's high maintenance standards? Resolution is poor, but if you look closely you can see the mysterious brown spots on the ceiling. It's not clear what the used napkin/whatever is supposed to accomplish.
The fun continued with a non-flushing lav that was vaguely reminiscent of Trans Air Congo. UGH.
Got back, and waited forever for my gate-checked luggage. By the time I got my bag at the gate, the stray unclaimed checked luggage was floating around the baggage claim area.
I didn't photograph the window frame that was pulling away from the fuselage.
