JetBlue
We had booked our flight about a month in advance, so we thought we were pretty well prepared. Flying to NYC is a Hobson's choice, either using a convenient airport (Long Beach) to maybe the U.S.'s worst, JFK...or using the second worst, LAX, to the more convenient - to our daughter, who lives in NJ - Newark. Hobson was out of town, we chose to convenience ourselves. The flight was scheduled for 7:10 a.m., which because we believed the dire warnings, mean at 5:10 a.m., or so, arrival. With a friend's held, we got there at 5:30, PT, approx, your results may vary.
Not only was it slow, we were the first at the checkin line, with the clerk telling us we coulda used the bar code reader outside her desk. Then down an outside ramp to the dreaded TSA, for metal, shoe and luggage removal and scan. My wife, who just had a hip replacement had to be wanded through when her hip set off the metal detector. What we're still mystified us was they they had to scan the bottom of her bare feet. There must be a reason. At least we're not on the no-fly list.
Boarding the Airbus, we took our aisle and middle seat. Though the much heralded seats are leather and comfy looking, they're small, and while sitting on the tarmac, inside the long tube-like interior of the craft, seemed cramped. We fiddled with our free TV with 40 channels, three of which had fee-based movies with a convenient credit card slider. We passed on the flicks and watched a depiction of our plane on the map of the U.S. at zero speed and five feet above sea level. Then we moved and with the starting of the flight, somehow the cramped seating actually seemed roomier.
It's fun to watch the progress of the jet on channel 13, so I did a lot of that - highest altitude was over 34,000 feet and highest speed was a bit over 600 mph. I watched one-sided college football games on several ESPN channels, an older guy in front of us watched MTV, my wife watched BBC, a younger guy watched Food Network. It was like that. Fun to check out choices.
The flight as fun, direct and the flight crew kept us busy with lightweight snacks - the basic c food groups: cookies, crackers cashews and candy, Coke, coffee and, for me, seltzer water. We brought our own home-based sandwiches and made the most of these erstaz Subway-like edibles, though I spotted no one else with such alternatives.
We got to JFK spot-on time: 3:15 and I was correct. It's a horrible airport.
Not only was it slow, we were the first at the checkin line, with the clerk telling us we coulda used the bar code reader outside her desk. Then down an outside ramp to the dreaded TSA, for metal, shoe and luggage removal and scan. My wife, who just had a hip replacement had to be wanded through when her hip set off the metal detector. What we're still mystified us was they they had to scan the bottom of her bare feet. There must be a reason. At least we're not on the no-fly list.
Boarding the Airbus, we took our aisle and middle seat. Though the much heralded seats are leather and comfy looking, they're small, and while sitting on the tarmac, inside the long tube-like interior of the craft, seemed cramped. We fiddled with our free TV with 40 channels, three of which had fee-based movies with a convenient credit card slider. We passed on the flicks and watched a depiction of our plane on the map of the U.S. at zero speed and five feet above sea level. Then we moved and with the starting of the flight, somehow the cramped seating actually seemed roomier.
It's fun to watch the progress of the jet on channel 13, so I did a lot of that - highest altitude was over 34,000 feet and highest speed was a bit over 600 mph. I watched one-sided college football games on several ESPN channels, an older guy in front of us watched MTV, my wife watched BBC, a younger guy watched Food Network. It was like that. Fun to check out choices.
The flight as fun, direct and the flight crew kept us busy with lightweight snacks - the basic c food groups: cookies, crackers cashews and candy, Coke, coffee and, for me, seltzer water. We brought our own home-based sandwiches and made the most of these erstaz Subway-like edibles, though I spotted no one else with such alternatives.
We got to JFK spot-on time: 3:15 and I was correct. It's a horrible airport.
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