Travelocity Successfully Books Longest Route Possible
Over the course of the past day I've enjoyed many firsts. My first trip to the airport, first nightmare through security screening, and even my first flight on an airplane. Thanks to Travelocity, I not only saved a bundle, but also got to experience my second flight and my third flight as well. Who knew saving money could be so sucky?
I love flying on a plane as much as the next guy and I know this for a fact because the next guy to either side of me happened to be my brothers and they told me so, but transferring at midnight in Vegas, then at 9:00am in Charlotte, that sort of flying isn't even for the birds.
We could have made it there in two-hops, instead of three, and on the same airline too, but somehow taking up space on two flights was cheaper than doing the same distance on just one. Oh roaming gnome of Travelocity, now I know why you always travel alone.
Convenience costs money, and if you don't have an unlimited supply of it, they've really got you by the shorthairs. Unlucky for me, I just had a haircut the day before, so I had more shorthairs to hold onto than I had in a long time. Hassle, however, seems in ample supply.
I'm not sure who to discredit. Travelocity is just the booking agent, they don't set the fares or anything like that. My travel liaison was restricted by our limited budget, plus he's the guy who reads me bedtime stories, so I can't really hold him to task. Ideally I'd like to blame the airlines for their whimsical, seemingly random method of coming up with schedules, routes, fares and generally poor service.
At the end of the day (which came and went in the course of our flight), I'm going to stick with blaming the airlines. Sure, they got the only short straw in the business of post-9/11 changes, but their customer service, attention to detail and sweeping poor morale around the industry really leaves little for the sympathetic traveler to embrace.
Besides, all those hours together and none of them offered to read me a single bedtime story. Heck, they didn't even have first flight certificates to hand out for our momentous occasions.
Above - During our layover in Las Vegas, I had the uncommon opportunity to disprove its name as "the city that never sleeps."
Above - We had more siblings than rest, as you can see from this puppy pile of slumbering brothers.
Over the course of the past day I've enjoyed many firsts. My first trip to the airport, first nightmare through security screening, and even my 
