But at least I'm not bitter.

When I booked my flight to Europe, I was going for cheap. Months in advance I began trolling various online flight aggregators in search of the best flight deals. And time and again, I noticed the same airline has the best fares—if only by $50 even—than the nearest competitor. And since our trip was on the double-cheap, and since $50 could translate into a museum pass somewhere (let alone a meal), I decided to go with what appeared to be the most economical choice.

Two words, dear readers: NEVER AGAIN.

Four words, dear readers: WORST CUSTOMER SERVICE EVER!

And whether you’re 10 or 110, kindness and customer service matters. But see, you don’t realize just how important it is to be treated with a modicum of respect until it’s gone.

As an avowed, unapologetic feminist, I have no problem stating that all of the old biddies (and they know who they are) working for EXPURGATED Airways should be fired or forced into retirement, the lockers containing their personal items pilfered and the contents of said lockers deposited in various airports strewn across the country. But not before they have been repeatedly bashed in the elbow with an overloaded drink cart.

All the juvenile (both literally and figuratively) male attendants who look up to and emulate the crappy attitudes of the older set should also be axed, their eyes super-glued mid-roll and forced to RINSE the gel from their hair and their overly applied cologne with the deep blue waters of onboard lavatory. This all should be done, of course, AFTER being doused with piping hot coffee.

There are apparently no youngish female attendants, nor aged male attendants, working for this airline (or at least working any of the legs that my family and I flew). I cannot therefore make a recommendation to EXPURGATED Airways about how these sub-groups of employees should be treated, but based on my experiences of customer service with the rest of the company, I’m going to lump them in with the previous. The youngish females, then, will be known as stinky, self-absorbed brats and the aged men as asses. Old-fogie asses.

Whatever. Come up with whatever non-stereotypical, non-sexist, non-gender-specific insults you prefer, so long as they are childish and offensive and descriptive, and that is EXACTLY how I feel about the customer service personnel with this airline.

But the issue goes so much deeper than simply the flight staff.

If an entire company’s staff is miserable, from the greeter (who looked like this) to the ticket taker (who looked like this) to each and every flight attendant (who acted like this), I’m not really sure where the fault of such a tremendous failure in customer service lies.

Is it with the individual? Certainly these people should bear the responsibility of their actions. Isn’t that one of the basic tenants of life? The Golden Rule? Treat others as you would like to be treated. Unfortunately it appears that every individual working for this airline—or perhaps, just the individuals working in Los Angeles and Philadelphia—likes to be dominated, condescended to and verbally abused, sexually harassed and ignored because of their race or age or gender, and thus expects that treatment in return. Yet, having been on the receiving end of such abhorrent behavior, I can’t imagine anyone prefers such treatment. (I can’t speak for fetishists, however.)

Yet I also can’t help but blame the corporation, the master entity who both allows and apparently fosters such horrendous customer service. After witnessing a ticket agent ignore a woman because English was clearly a distant second to her native tongue; after being verbally abused and herded by various staff members (“Get in this LINE! NO! You people—OVER THERE!”); after witnessing my seat-mate get doused with coffee by unapologetic and somewhat inebriated flight attendant; and after watching various passengers receive eye rolls and annoyed sighs for any request, I sought out a supervisor. I relayed to him all that I had seen and how we all—my family and the greater public—had been treated by the staff of the organization. I was professional, yet frustrated; he was nonplussed and unapologetic. When I requested that he forward my suggestion that the airline’s staff revisit customer service training, he agreed that it was an obvious, necessary step and followed up with, “Ma’am, that ain’t ever gunna happen.”

I wished him well in his union’s upcoming labor negotiations (but I secretly didn’t mean it. I’m not entirely certain he caught the undertone).

No matter who is to blame for such horrendous behavior and despite the strong language herein, I have largely moved beyond my misery of my flight experience with U.S. Airways—oops, I meant EXPURGATED Airways. Since my return I’ve heard many stories about this airline from lots of other people, and the endings all seem to be the same: NEVER AGAIN.

So there you go. For all future travel plans, whatever they may be, I will fly with other airlines. I strongly urge those of you who may have future flight plans to think twice about how you spend your hard-earned vacation dollars.

cross posted from centralvalleymoms.com