Okay, American Airlines, what's the deal?
After two years of not going anywhere Loraine and I have decided to dip our feet back into the waters of travel. Because Europe is just beginning to think about opening up for Americans we decided we'd pay a visit to an American city we enjoyed a few years ago, Savannah, Georgia. We're going for a long weekend, and because we have a bunch of them stashed away, we decided to pay for the airline tickets with frequent flier points. That worked out fine, except for one bizarre thing--
I had to use 6,000 more miles than Loraine did.
I'm not kidding—we bought tickets at the exact same time Sunday, on the same flights as each other. Loraine had to use 25,000 miles, while I had the honor of forking over 31,500. I'm not complaining; after all, flying across the country for just the $11.00 in taxes you have to pay is a great deal. But why, oh why, was I charged 6,500 more miles?
What's the deal, American?
You know me and logic, and me and the absurd, and this deal tops the charts on both. I have no idea WHY I was charged more than Loraine for buying the same flights at the same time. The only thing that I can think of—and this might be a stretch—is that I've used miles to fly somewhere before, and Loraine hasn't. Maybe she gets a bonus for a first-time flight, or maybe I'm being punished for having the audacity to use miles again.
I don't know if that's it, but it is literally the only thing that's different between our purchases. So there's that.
But no matter how many miles it cost, we're going somewhere father than (checking my schedule to see where we've been since the pandemic began) Eben this summer. That's the important thing. We get to go to an airport, we get to get on a plane, and we get to see the world from 30-some thousand feet again.
I'd fork over twice the 31,500 miles for that. And then I'd still wonder why Loraine was only charged 25,000.
8-)
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