Things have been heating up for the Hanrion clan, literally!
hot #1, While husband Patrick was on a fishing trip, I went to Hollywood beach with my youngest daughter Megan. On the way back home to Gilbert Arizona from California my auto air conditioning stopped working. (It was 120 degrees in the shade) I could barely see the road through the sweat running down my face and I kept thinking get me home to my cool house. Oh Not So!
A furnace blast hit as I came through the garage and opened the door to the back of the house. I went immediately to the thermostat and discovered that no matter what I did it would not turn on, and the temp. read 118. Patrick was still in cool Bella Coola Canada so I was on my own. Then I remembered the neighbor who had fixed our air conditioner earlier in the summer and gave him a call. He was over to the house within the hour but it took until the next evening for him to pick up the broken part and install it. Meanwhile, compassionate other neighbors brought over a room cooler and placed it into the bedroom. Wow, what a blessing to have generous friends, and also for the guy who invented refrigerated cooling.
Hot#2. A week later we were in Philadelphia for our grandson's wedding. The grooms family were all staying in a hotel down the street from the Philadelphia Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints temple. We had a fun day sight-seeing and finally went to bed around 10:00 pm. At 11:00 a fire alarm began. and continued for over an hour giving directions in a screeching voice, "do not leave your rooms, do not use the elevators or stairs." Of course the halls were full, many people ran down the stairs, our daughter included. She sent up an on going video of fire trucks and hoses and people in front to the hotel. We stayed in our room and finally settled down around 3:00 am. By 6:00 am we were up and discovered the fire had tripped the power on about half the rooms. We had no power, no air. (you couldn't open the windows) We texted each other and walked down the 15 flights for breakfast. (some were on the 24th floor...eek) We discovered that half the guests had power and cool rooms, so went to those rooms to finish getting ready and re-charge our phones. The rest of that day went like clockwork with no loss of power, even though the grandpa's put up hundreds of lights on the ceiling and had wires running to every available plug.
HOT#3. The topper of the past few weeks was the flight home from Maryland...Thanks to United Airlines! I felt we were in trouble when I saw the dark clouds in the distance as we drove to Dulles airport. After we arrived at the designated gate D3, we were shuffled down the boarding area to another gate a 15 minute walk away. And thus began the adventure. We boarded the plane about one hour late. Our seats were up front and in our row was a woman in the window seat. "You don't mind do you...I have a dog in a crate under the seat." I immediately responded, "I'm very allergic to any animal hair." I don't care was her attitude, and she said, "He's a Airedale terrier. No one is allergic to a terrier." I thought, "just watch me."
We had been sitting on the tarmac for about 40 minutes when she began to complain. "Oh, I'm so hot, my dog is hot, he's going to suffocate and die." As a steward walked by she yelled blowing fetid breath across my face, "Do you want this dog's death on your conscious?" Before long, the captain came on the overhead speaker, "We are in the line to take off, we are trying to circulate the air to keep everyone as cool as possible. We don't want to get out of the Que and lose our place, so please be patient everyone."
The moaning and whining about the heat and a dying dog began again in earnest. "Isn't it against the law to make us be on the tarmac this long, we should be going back to the gate until the storm passes. We could die from the heat and lack of air." she repeated over and over to any crew person who passed by. Then the captain came on and said, "We are going back to the gate as we need to re-fuel and some of the crew need to be replaced." I thought to myself, "Baloney, they are going back because of this complaining woman."
Back at the gate the dog lady exited after she got other passengers who were exiting to carry her dog. She said, "I need my cane." I never saw a crew member leave, nor did I see any additional fuel going on-board. Aha! I knew it, I hope she stays off and keeps her little dog with her!
Oh not so! I barely had time to use the postage stamp space that doubles as a bathroom when all the passengers who had exited the plane returned. And then I saw the devil lady and her dog. She had such a smug look on her face. Her hissy-fit had just cost the 120 people on the plane a few extra hours of waiting for the storm to pass and then the line of planes ahead of us to take off.
By the time we were in the air, dog-lady had her animal in her lap and my allergies kicked in. My eyes began to itch. I took out my contacts, applied ice to my rapidly swelling eyelids and could not see to read or do much of anything for the next five hours. By the time we landed I was having difficulty taking a breath.
We arrived in Phoenix after midnight and it took a while to find a ride because we were too late to catch the Uber we had reserved. We noticed dog lady running to catch a cab. She was dancing along with her dog crate on wheels. She must have lost that cane as there was not one in sight!
Questions for United Air and all Air lines:
Do air-crew persons have a right to change annoying passengers and their dogs from one seat to another at the expense of other passengers?
Are there more people allergic to peanuts (1%) than animal hair (10%)? or is it just that more people have sued about peanuts on planes?
Do dogs and their owners have more rights to a seat on the plane than other passengers?
Do plane companies have the responsibility to ask passengers if they are allergic to animals before they seat them next to the pet parade.
Should dog or cat owners sit in the back row all together with their animals...and bother each other?
CERTAINLY STUFF TO THINK ABOUT!
hot #1, While husband Patrick was on a fishing trip, I went to Hollywood beach with my youngest daughter Megan. On the way back home to Gilbert Arizona from California my auto air conditioning stopped working. (It was 120 degrees in the shade) I could barely see the road through the sweat running down my face and I kept thinking get me home to my cool house. Oh Not So!
A furnace blast hit as I came through the garage and opened the door to the back of the house. I went immediately to the thermostat and discovered that no matter what I did it would not turn on, and the temp. read 118. Patrick was still in cool Bella Coola Canada so I was on my own. Then I remembered the neighbor who had fixed our air conditioner earlier in the summer and gave him a call. He was over to the house within the hour but it took until the next evening for him to pick up the broken part and install it. Meanwhile, compassionate other neighbors brought over a room cooler and placed it into the bedroom. Wow, what a blessing to have generous friends, and also for the guy who invented refrigerated cooling.
Hot#2. A week later we were in Philadelphia for our grandson's wedding. The grooms family were all staying in a hotel down the street from the Philadelphia Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints temple. We had a fun day sight-seeing and finally went to bed around 10:00 pm. At 11:00 a fire alarm began. and continued for over an hour giving directions in a screeching voice, "do not leave your rooms, do not use the elevators or stairs." Of course the halls were full, many people ran down the stairs, our daughter included. She sent up an on going video of fire trucks and hoses and people in front to the hotel. We stayed in our room and finally settled down around 3:00 am. By 6:00 am we were up and discovered the fire had tripped the power on about half the rooms. We had no power, no air. (you couldn't open the windows) We texted each other and walked down the 15 flights for breakfast. (some were on the 24th floor...eek) We discovered that half the guests had power and cool rooms, so went to those rooms to finish getting ready and re-charge our phones. The rest of that day went like clockwork with no loss of power, even though the grandpa's put up hundreds of lights on the ceiling and had wires running to every available plug.
HOT#3. The topper of the past few weeks was the flight home from Maryland...Thanks to United Airlines! I felt we were in trouble when I saw the dark clouds in the distance as we drove to Dulles airport. After we arrived at the designated gate D3, we were shuffled down the boarding area to another gate a 15 minute walk away. And thus began the adventure. We boarded the plane about one hour late. Our seats were up front and in our row was a woman in the window seat. "You don't mind do you...I have a dog in a crate under the seat." I immediately responded, "I'm very allergic to any animal hair." I don't care was her attitude, and she said, "He's a Airedale terrier. No one is allergic to a terrier." I thought, "just watch me."
We had been sitting on the tarmac for about 40 minutes when she began to complain. "Oh, I'm so hot, my dog is hot, he's going to suffocate and die." As a steward walked by she yelled blowing fetid breath across my face, "Do you want this dog's death on your conscious?" Before long, the captain came on the overhead speaker, "We are in the line to take off, we are trying to circulate the air to keep everyone as cool as possible. We don't want to get out of the Que and lose our place, so please be patient everyone."
The moaning and whining about the heat and a dying dog began again in earnest. "Isn't it against the law to make us be on the tarmac this long, we should be going back to the gate until the storm passes. We could die from the heat and lack of air." she repeated over and over to any crew person who passed by. Then the captain came on and said, "We are going back to the gate as we need to re-fuel and some of the crew need to be replaced." I thought to myself, "Baloney, they are going back because of this complaining woman."
Back at the gate the dog lady exited after she got other passengers who were exiting to carry her dog. She said, "I need my cane." I never saw a crew member leave, nor did I see any additional fuel going on-board. Aha! I knew it, I hope she stays off and keeps her little dog with her!
Oh not so! I barely had time to use the postage stamp space that doubles as a bathroom when all the passengers who had exited the plane returned. And then I saw the devil lady and her dog. She had such a smug look on her face. Her hissy-fit had just cost the 120 people on the plane a few extra hours of waiting for the storm to pass and then the line of planes ahead of us to take off.
By the time we were in the air, dog-lady had her animal in her lap and my allergies kicked in. My eyes began to itch. I took out my contacts, applied ice to my rapidly swelling eyelids and could not see to read or do much of anything for the next five hours. By the time we landed I was having difficulty taking a breath.
We arrived in Phoenix after midnight and it took a while to find a ride because we were too late to catch the Uber we had reserved. We noticed dog lady running to catch a cab. She was dancing along with her dog crate on wheels. She must have lost that cane as there was not one in sight!
Questions for United Air and all Air lines:
Do air-crew persons have a right to change annoying passengers and their dogs from one seat to another at the expense of other passengers?
Are there more people allergic to peanuts (1%) than animal hair (10%)? or is it just that more people have sued about peanuts on planes?
Do dogs and their owners have more rights to a seat on the plane than other passengers?
Do plane companies have the responsibility to ask passengers if they are allergic to animals before they seat them next to the pet parade.
Should dog or cat owners sit in the back row all together with their animals...and bother each other?
CERTAINLY STUFF TO THINK ABOUT!
