Frontier Airlines, Again

I woke up today tired, needing some coffee. It could have something to do with the alcohol last night, but I really don’t want to point any fingers. Today was my last day in Indiana for awhile, so yes I’m finally home. It wasn’t just a fly day though.

On the way to the airport I stopped by Lucas Oil Stadium, seeing as I had a few hours to kill before my flight. It’s the somewhat new stadium that the Indianapolis Colts now call home. I was still a fan of the dome, seeing as I worked there once, but they tore that place down. Guess they needed 10,000 more seats for some reason. Oh, I know, it was so they could get a Super Bowl in Indy.

Well it turns out that you can sometimes get on the field if you stop by at the right time to Lucas. So I walked on the new field. I also visited the press box and a few other places inside. But I got to walk on the field, and you didn’t.

Since I’ve driven so much while on this trip I decided to just head to the airport after my visit. I was done driving, and it was time to sit down and rest. I dropped of the car and had to convince them that I didn’t take it out of state, even though I supposedly put close to 2,000 miles on the car. Yeah, just a lot of driving.

I went through security right away, and had I known, I’d waited as the barber is pre-TSA checkpoint. I could use a haircut, and The Beard could probably be trimmed up. But security took so long that I wasn’t about to do that again. So I found a Wolfgang Pucks’ and sat down to a BBQ Chicken Salad.

Not bad.

Then I got a shoe shine and talked with the “shoe shine boy” for about 15 minutes. Turns out he’s from West Africa and is currently on asylum in the US. His country has been embroiled in a civil war so the United Nations allowed some 10,000 citizens to leave. Some went to Europe, some to other parts of Africa, and many to the US.

So that leaves the obvious question right? Why in the hell is he in Indianapolis? Well it turns out that a part of the deal was to be employed in an assigned region of our country for one year. He’s been here now for five years. He stayed in Indy because he says the people are nice, and it’s not as stressful as where he came from.

After another couple hours and some Jelly Belly Jelly Beans I bought at a candy shop, it was finally time to fly again. This time my plane was Misty the Arctic Fox. It was probably one of the more turbulent flights I’ve been on. We finally arrived in Denver to rain, which I guess sort of explains some of the turbulence.

So after a very short plane change in Denver, I was back off and heading home. This time on Griswald the Grizzly. And this was probably the corniest crew I’ve flown with on Frontier. They liked to talk about how Griswald shouldn’t eat trash, and all the rules were laid out as things that Griswald shouldn’t do, so we must help him out by following the rules.

Sort of annoying, but I’m sure there was at least one family of four that loved the hell out of it. I’m not sure what it really is about Frontier that turns me off to them, but perhaps it’s the same thing that’s turned me off of flying in recent years. It just seems like a huge inconvenience, with an even larger “convenience” fee attached to everything.