Best.
Airline.
Ever.
I get to the Kenai Airport at 8:35. I'm run down from an hour long drive and waking up (for me) early. I groggily glance up and there's SIXTEEN PEOPLE standing in line in front of me, backed almost up to the door.
I shudder, and glance to the right... and I am visited by this godly image. There's Grant Air, with nobody in front of it, and a moderately attractive man and woman standing behind it. So I saunter on over to the lady, and ask her if there are any flights open to anchorage for me. BAM. 5 minutes later we're in the air and I have a round trip ticket with an open ended return.
After waiting over an hour for the right bus in Anchorage (I got on the wrong one, and then missed the right one)... I arrive again at the airport, this time expecting a hellish 4-5 hour wait. I haul my aching feet in and witness a line in front of Grant Air's flight gate, with no clerk in front of it. So I stroll up to an elderly geologist, and ask him what this business about passes is. He replies to me that I need to go upstairs and get one.
So up an escalator I zip... and I am greeted by the sight of 2 middle-aged women behind the Grant Air counter. Fast as lightning I'm in front of them, asking about the passes. BAM.
3 minutes later we're in the air back to Kenai.
Best.
Fucking.
Airline.
Ever.
Airline.
Ever.
I get to the Kenai Airport at 8:35. I'm run down from an hour long drive and waking up (for me) early. I groggily glance up and there's SIXTEEN PEOPLE standing in line in front of me, backed almost up to the door.
I shudder, and glance to the right... and I am visited by this godly image. There's Grant Air, with nobody in front of it, and a moderately attractive man and woman standing behind it. So I saunter on over to the lady, and ask her if there are any flights open to anchorage for me. BAM. 5 minutes later we're in the air and I have a round trip ticket with an open ended return.
After waiting over an hour for the right bus in Anchorage (I got on the wrong one, and then missed the right one)... I arrive again at the airport, this time expecting a hellish 4-5 hour wait. I haul my aching feet in and witness a line in front of Grant Air's flight gate, with no clerk in front of it. So I stroll up to an elderly geologist, and ask him what this business about passes is. He replies to me that I need to go upstairs and get one.
So up an escalator I zip... and I am greeted by the sight of 2 middle-aged women behind the Grant Air counter. Fast as lightning I'm in front of them, asking about the passes. BAM.
3 minutes later we're in the air back to Kenai.
Best.
Fucking.
Airline.
Ever.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day
