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Posted by on Feb 21, 2014 in Blog, Personal, Rants and Raves, Travel | 17 comments

An Open Letter to Spirit Airlines




There’s a special promotion where if you FILL OUT AN APPLICATION for a “Spirit Visa card,” you get a free round-trip ticket to anywhere on the airline.¬† A free round-trip ticket?¬† On Spirit?



February 20, 2014

Attention:¬† Mr. Ben Baldanza, CEO — Spirit Airlines

Dear Mr. Baldanza:

Look at the photo above.  Take a really good look.  Press your eyeballs right up against the screen.  Sniff.  Take it all in.

THAT’S WHERE I BUNKERED DOWN LAST NIGHT.¬† All because of your incompetent ass-joker tinker-toy excuse of an airline.

Check out¬†the breezeway with chunks of sour vomit splattered right outside my motel front door.¬† What you don’t see were the gangbangers wandering the hallways the entire night, slamming doors, screaming profanities, serenaded by a hissing nest of feral cats parked outside my window making it IMPOSSIBLE to get any sleep.¬† I¬†ended up at¬†this¬†slimeball slumber party — all because of YOU.¬† Make that, because of YOUR AIRLINE.

That’s right.¬† It’s YOUR fault.¬† SPIRIT AIRLINES FAULT.¬† At the time I should have been buckled into my seat up in the air sipping away on my third cocktail some 35,000 feet over Kansas, instead, I was padlocked into a dive motel room trying to tune out an argument down the hallway that thankfully didn’t escalate into gunfire.¬† Oh, and I think at least one of the females was in heat.¬†¬†One of the cats, I mean.

Tell me something.  Be honest.  Would you want to stay in this shithole?


Well, I did stay there.¬† And it all happened because your company doesn’t have a fucking clue as to how to handle customers.

As I describe this nightmare scenario to you, I came across something you recently said where you were quoted in a business article.¬† You claimed the company you run, Spirit Airlines, is “the McDonald’s of flying.”

Hmmmmm.  Oh really?

I don’t eat at McDonald’s very often.¬† More like never.¬† But I sure as hell know it’s nothing like flying your airline.¬† Tell me.¬† When’s the last time you waited ONE HOUR and FIFTY-FIVE MINUTES FOR A FUCKING MEAL!¬† When’s the last time you reached the counter and were told your order has been CANCELLED and to come back TOMORROW?¬† When’s the last time you went into McDonald’s and ended up camping out for the night in an URBAN WAR ZONE?¬† When’s the last time you walked into a McDonald’s and saw fresh VOMIT laying near the front door.¬† Okay, skip that one.¬† Maybe you are onto something.

See, I had this thing called a “reservation” on Spirit Airlines.¬† Paid $450 (for starters, no extras yet) for a round-trip ticket.¬† So, don’t call me a cheapskate.¬† I’m not some bargain-hunting deadbeat like the rest of your fliers.¬† I chose Spirit Airlines because the flights happened to line up best to my busy schedule.¬† Besides, $450 plus the $90 add-on for baggage is no BARGAIN.¬† I’ve flown to Florida 15-20 times and never paid more than $500.¬† NEVER!¬† So, you should be like SwissAir as far as I’m concerned about the price I’m used to paying.¬† I should be sucking on fancy chocolates in a reclining seat, not paying $3 for a bottle of water like you charge on your airline.

Wednesday night, I was to fly from Ft. Lauderdale back to Las Vegas.¬† The plane was to make one stop in Dallas.¬† Sounds simple, doesn’t it?¬† Well, for most airlines,¬†checking¬†in passengers¬†is simple.¬†¬†REALLY FUCKING SIMPLE.¬† Most airlines, even the bargain junkets, get you into your seat and fly you where you want to go.

But not fucking Spirit!¬† Let’s just generously say you extended my vacation an extra day and took me on the “scenic route” to get home.¬† Oh, and it cost me another $200 and you sent me through Chicago in¬†mid-February¬†wearing nothing but a fucking pair of shorts and a t-shirt.¬† Wait.¬† We’ll get¬†to how THAT all happened a bit later.

My original flight was scheduled to leave at 8:15 pm.¬† Like clockwork, I arrived at Ft. Lauderdale Terminal 4 promptly at 6:15 pm.¬† That’s¬†TWO FULL HOURS¬†before the flight was to take off.¬† Plenty of time, right?¬† Only, no one told me I¬†might as well have landed at Disneyland on¬†opening fucking day!¬† When I walked into¬†your terminal, this is the madhouse I saw.



People.  Bags.  Babies.  Bullshit.  Lines coming out of my fucking ass.

But wait.¬† This is nothing.¬† Here’s where the clusterfuck disaster known as “flying with Spirit Airlines” really begins.

I admit.  I had never flown your shitty discount airline before.  Had no idea what to expect.  Seems the usual standard boarding procedure is to:  (1)  Get in line   (2) Print out a boarding pass   (3) Pay the $45 fee to check one bag    (4) Head off to the gate   (5) Arrive ready to board with plenty of time to spare.

I’ll¬†pause for a second.¬†¬†Grab a pen, Mr. Baldanza.¬† You may want to write down¬†steps 1-5.¬† They’re¬†what¬†all flying customers expect.

So I arrive and there are¬†TWO long¬†lines.¬† Gate agents are screaming at the top of their lungs.¬† Destination cities.¬† Passenger names.¬† Gate information.¬†¬†Picture an¬†INS office.¬† Since I can’t get anyone’s attention, I have to decide for myself which of the two lines to join.¬† It’s 50-50.¬† Didn’t seem that big of a decision.¬† I had plenty of time, right?¬† Seems the shortest line is always the smart choice.

So, I get into a line that seemed to have about 30-40 people ahead of me.  The other lines seem to have perhaps 100 passengers.  Easy decision.

Well, I get into the line and the fucking thing doesn’t budge an inch.¬† At least for a while.¬† Five minutes becomes ten, which becomes twenty.¬† By this time, I’ve moved exactly four¬†squares on the carpet.¬† A caterpillar would move faster, not that I know much about fucking caterpillars, but if you’ve ever seen how slow one of those things moves, you get my drift.¬† Anyway,¬†infants are balling their asses off, mothers are screaming, and I’m calm as a saint because I’m thinking to myself — even though this is bad, they are going to get me to my flight on time.¬† Right?¬† They can’t possibly keep me hanging.¬† Here, take a look.¬† I snapped this photo while in line.



Time out, Mr. Baldanza.¬† Remember your “McDonald’s” comment?¬† The one you made to the national media?¬† Take a look at these two photos.¬† Let’s do a side-by-side comparison, shall we?

EXHIBIT 1:  Spirit Airlines terminal.



EXHIBIT 2:¬† McDonald’s at Chicago O’Hare (one of the world’s busiest airports) taken the following day.



I’m terribly confused, Mr. Baldanza.¬† Maybe it’s just me.¬† But I don’t see the similarities.¬† Maybe you can explain this to me.¬† But I digress.¬† On with¬†my story…..

So, this giant python of a line I’m parked in isn’t moving worth a fuck.

I’d say about 30 minutes has gone by and I’m wearing a watch, so my guesstimates are pretty good.¬† Then, I overhear someone say this is the “full service” line?¬† Full service?¬† What in the hell does that mean?¬† I’m afraid to ask.¬† Either that or else NOW I know everyone’s flying this fucking airline.

Out of nowhere, one of your screaming gate agents standing in the middle of the terminal shouts out, “If you’re on the 8:15 flight to Dallas, you need to be in the centerline to print out your boarding pass!¬† No one will be allowed to check a bag without getting their boarding pass at the kiosk first!”

Okay, I got it.  I think.

So, I make what turns out to be a fateful decision.¬† I take myself out of the line where I’ve been standing for half an hour, waddle over into the other line with a 40-pound bag in tow, and start the wait anew.¬† I do exactly as instructed.¬† Like a good little boy.¬† So far, I haven’t even dropped one f-bomb which has got to at least get me nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize.

This line moves faster than I expect.¬† But there are more people in it.¬† So, it’s sort of a push.¬† It takes me about 30 minutes to finally reach the kiosk where I can self-check.¬† I type in all the basic information and expect to be set and ready to go.¬† But just when I expect my boarding pass to pop out like the payout ticket on a video poker machine, here’s what I receive instead.




I can’t believe my eyes.¬† I read it again:¬† PLEASE BRING TO AN AGENT.

Oh, fuck me running.  This is bullshit!

It’s 50 minutes until my flight is scheduled to take off.¬† The clock is ticking.¬† I flag down one of the screaming gate agents and I say this needs to get fixed.¬† Pronto!¬† The agent instructs me I need to get into the FULL-SERVICE line and check in over there.


ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was just fucking over there!¬† You fuckwads fooled me into leaping out of the sure-thing line for a greener pasture and now you’re bouncing me all over the fucking airport like a rubber ball!¬† This is insanity!

The agent runs off and I’m standing there in meltdown mode.

Back to the full-service line, it is.

Well, the motherfucker is now¬†EVEN LONGER.¬† Wouldn’t you know it?

At this point, I realize I’m going to miss the flight.¬†¬†And that’s when a¬†sudden calmness falls over me.¬† There’s nothing to be done at this point.¬† And here’s where I’ll soapbox my case¬†little.

This is for the nitpicking little bitches out there reading this who BLAME THE VICTIM.¬† So, listen up.¬† You might learn something that saves your ass from getting ghettoed overnight in North Miami.¬† It’s not missing the flight that frosts my ass.¬† It’s not having to stand in a line for 90 minutes.¬† It’s not being inconvenienced.¬† It’s not being nickeled and dimed by a carnival act in the air that ticks me off.¬† No.¬† No.¬† No.¬† No.

It’s the GROSS FUCKING INCOMPETENCE.¬† The stupidity.¬† The utter lack of organization.¬† The unnecessary madhouse that this airline creates by being so thoroughly disorganized.¬† Hey, if airlines like JetBlue and Southwest can make those low-cost fares work for millions of travelers, if these other greyhound buses in the sky¬†can fly without starting a near riot, then why can’t Spirit do the same?¬† Is that really too much to ask?¬† Oh, and another thing.¬† I’ve flown those communist airlines over in Eastern Europe before.¬† I’ve even done commuter flights on Turkish Air.¬† Nothing over there was EVER like this.¬† So don’ nitpick bullshit me, jokers.¬† I’m not having any of it.

Wait, I’m not finished yet!¬† So, shut up and listen.

Had this been¬†some weather-related issue, I’d have no problem.¬† No problem at all.¬† A major air disaster.¬† I’ll wait.¬† Terrorist threat?¬† Shut it down.¬† I’ll understand.¬† But this is a typical Tuesday night in a mid-size airport.¬† There’s NOTHING that can possibly justify such a monumental clusterfuck.

I’m hardly alone in my outrage.¬†¬†Half the people in line are livid.¬† Several others apparently missed their flights, too.¬† We’re what you call “breakage.”¬† We’re the busted bottles of coke, the stained shirt, the broken egg inside the carton of a dozen.¬† Breakage.¬†¬†Acceptable numbers to inconvenience and piss off because you know full well that as soon as we vow never to fly your airline again, some unsuspecting victim will click the PURCHASE NOW button and start rolling the dice on their travel plans.

But¬†the people I really feel most sorry for are the mothers who have to endure this giant madhouse with infants in tow.¬† I can’t even imagine what that must be like.¬† You arent just ruining my day.¬† If nothing else, think of them.¬† Seriously — have you no shame, Sir?

Okay, on with the story.¬† You still with me, Mr. Baldanza?¬† Good.¬† Don’t go anywhere.¬† Because I’m still got a way to go.

The line crawls along and by 8:10 pm I’ve finally reached the front counter.¬† I feel like fucking Moses after he¬†weathered the ark, or whatever.

A nice lady with the whitest teeth I’ve ever seen smiles and asks me what she can do for me.¬† Here’s where I show my extraordinary grace in the face of adversity.¬† I know it’s not the nice lady with the¬†white teeth’s¬†fault.¬† She’s probably making $12-an-hour¬†forced to¬†put up with¬†shit from people like me all day and night.¬† I’m not going to make things worse.¬† Besides, what can she do about it?¬† I’m sure tempted to ask her about Spirit Airlines’ dental plan, though.

Lady punches a few buttons on the computer, waits, leans forward, waits, looks back at the screen, waits, and finally tells me, “Hey, you missed your flight.”

My blood pressure surges 25 points.

Deep breaths.

Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep breaths.

“What time did you get here, Sir?”

Oh, fuck me silly.  Is she going to interogate me now?  What is this, an investigation?


“Where’s you’re boarding pass?”

“It’s right here, but you can see it wouldn’t print out and……………”

“It¬†doesn’t print out if you arrive late, Sir.¬† You should have just come to this line.¬† See, that line is if you arrive on time.”

Deep breaths.¬† Deep breaths.¬† Think white clouds.¬† Singing birds.¬† Sparrow.¬† Yeah, that’s the ticket.¬† Dream of fucking sparrows.

“Can I please get on another flight?”

“There are no more flights tonight going to Las Vegas.¬† Everything is fully booked.¬† We will have to¬†TRY AND SCHEDULE¬†you for tomorrow.”


“Do you put me up in a hotel?”

<Blank stare>

Lady with pearly whites tells me to show back up at 6 am.¬† At that time, they’ll try to¬†book me on a flight on that day.¬† Now, it’s¬†8:30 pm and the flight I’m supposed to be on is somewhere over the Everglades.¬† I counted the time.¬† The lady has spent 15 minutes trying to re-book me.¬† JUST ME.¬†¬†Suddenly, the math is¬†all starting to come together.¬† Fifteen minutes here.¬† Fifteen minutes there.¬† It all adds up to a giant shitshow.

Oh well, I’ll just taxi to a nearby hotel, sleep six hours, and¬†come back early in the morning.

There’s only one problem.¬† A major problem.¬† Every hotel in the city and surrounding area is completely sold out.¬† EVERY HOTEL.¬† Turns out Ft. Lauderdale happens to be the cruise capital of America.¬† Every blue-haired old cruiser using a walker in the known universe has locked up every vacant hotel room situated between North Miami and Boca Raton.¬† During this time, I make so many phone calls to hotels in the area trying to book a room, my cell battery goes dead.¬† Things get so desperate, I have to visit one of those lonely businessman’s “loser stations.”¬† You know what I’m talking about.¬† That’s where you pick up the red courtesy phone and it connects you directly to the major hotels in the area, which are always rigged to the highest rack rate they can whack you for because they figure you’re royally fucked and will pay anything if you didn’t book advance on Travelocity and are now so stupid to be red phoning to an airport hotel with the advertised free shuttle ready to ship you off to the slaughterhouse.

Sold out.  Sold out.  Sold out.  Sold out.

Ninety minutes have now passed.  My phone is fucking dead.  My patience is gone.

Nothing left to do.¬† No place to turn.¬† No friend in sight, I head outside to hail a cab — to nowhere.

Turns out the taxi driver speaks about as much English as I speak Haitian.¬† I explain to the driver to take me to ANY CLEAN HOTEL nearby where he thinks there’s a room available.¬† All I hear is “Okay,” followed by dead silence.¬† About 15 minutes later, we end up about ten miles away and the meter’s at $24.90 and still rolling like a¬†jackpot stuck in reverse.¬† Come to find out, the Motel 6 he thought¬†might have a room is fully booked.¬† You know¬†it’s fucktime¬†when Motel 6 doesn’t leave the light on for you.

From there it’s off to the greater unknown which by the looks of things has crossed the Dade County line.¬† The taxi drops me at some motel called the “Red Carpet Inn,” which might as well be in North Miami.¬† There’s no red carpet here so far as I can tell.¬† I head into the lobby and to my salvation find out there ARE vacant rooms.¬† Bingo!¬† That actually should have been a warning sign.

This area I’m is a strange place.¬†¬†Reminds me of where they shot that great scene with the chainsaw in the bathtub in Scarface.¬† The blacks scattered all over the property speak Spanish.¬† I mean, what the fuck?

As I said, this joint has NO RED CARPET, which sure seems like false advertising to me.¬† I wonder — is this your airline’s sister property, Mr. Baldanza?¬† If not, perhaps it’s should be.

In fact, come to find out my hotel room has a TILE FLOOR.¬† You ever stayed in a hotel room with a tile floor, Mr. Baldanza?¬† I guess TILE FLOOR INN doesn’t quite have the same ring to it as RED CARPET INN.



So, you’ve already heard about the arguments raging outside and the feral cats hissing all night.¬† And of course, the motel’s¬†“free WiFi” that’s advertised doesn’t fucking work, which is why I have to write this letter to you on the following day.

Somehow, I¬†manage to wake up at 4 am and shower along with a small roach in the tub (which I hope was female) and by 4:30 I’m in a taxi headed¬†to the airport.¬† See, this time I decided to build in some EXTRA TIME.¬† That way, if I have to spend another 1:55 standing in line, I’ll still have about 45 minutes to spare.¬† Besides, I couldn’t sleep anyway.

So now, I’m dressed in wrinkled, soiled-up clothes because I didn’t expect to spend this extra day in Florida.¬† But at least I’ll be back home soon.




Check in this time takes about 30 minutes, which makes me feel like I just hit the lottery.¬† I have no idea where I’m off to nor where I’m going, so long as the nose of the jet is headed west.¬† That’s all that matters at this point.

I arrive at the gate and learn I’m flying and connecting through Chicago O’Hare, where it’s snowing and like 18 degrees.¬† Oh, and there will be a six-hour layover.¬† And I’m dressed in shorts.

So, I’ve got to hang out for six hours in Chicago.¬† Good thing there are bars and I have a credit card.

During the flight, there’s a barrage of ceaseless announcements.¬† Think of a busy poker room.¬† Every 20 minutes or so the passengers are reminded of a special promotion where if you FILL OUT AN APPLICATION for a “Spirit Visa card,” you get a free round-trip ticket to anywhere on the airline.¬† A free round-trip ticket?¬† On Spirit?


My long day’s journey into night and into day again finally comes to a merciful¬†end at 6 pm¬†local¬†Las Vegas time, where Spirit Airlines touches down on the dry desert dust.

I deplane and march off to baggage claim.¬† Even starting to mellow out, a little.¬† Well, that wasn’t so bad, after all.¬† I finally made it.¬† So, I got¬†inconvenienced.¬† I had to overnight in the ghetto, pay $200 for two taxi rides and a dumpy motel, wait¬†six hours¬†on a layover in Chicago.¬† All is forgiven.

Hmmmmm.  I wonder where my bag is?

Hmmmmm.  I wonder, why is this taking so long?

Hmmmmm.¬† I wonder, how come everyone¬†has already¬†retrieved their bag?¬† Hey, where’s mine?


Why is the baggage carousel now coming to stop?


You know, MY BAG?¬† It’s bright red.¬† The one I paid $45 for to get from Point A to Point B.¬† $45 — for 40 pounds max.¬† Not 50 pounds like the other airlines.¬† Not $30 like the other airlines charge.¬† $45 for my bag, which is NOWHERE TO BE FOUND!



Mr. Baldanza, can you please help me hunt for my lost bag?  The bag that now seems to have vanished off the face of the earth?

Wait.  I have a better idea.  I think I figured out where it is!

Why, of course!

It’s obvious!

My bag must be at Mcdonald’s!


Nolan Dalla

PS:¬†¬†My “lost” bag turned up at the baggage claim office.¬† Thanks.¬† For everything!

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  1. Brutal sir, just absolutely brutal. I’ve experienced similar issues flying spirit from fll. The lines are almost always horrendous and it’s a rotten experience.

    I’m surprised you didn’t just go play poker at the hard rock. It’s only about 15-20 minutes from the airport.

  2. So sorry Nolan. ( not much help now) but I live 25 minutes from FLL. AND free drinks and comfy room. If ever stuck in Florida please call me. 561-289-8079.

  3. Such salty language Nolan. Bet you’re a lot of fun to hang with when you’re ever *really* mad! ūüôā

    Let us know should you receive a reply from the airline.

    It did sound like a nightmare trip to get back home.

    • Spirit airlines has all of the efficiency of a train ride across 1930s Soviet Siberia and all of the customer service of a “train ride” across 1940s Germany.

  4. Get your shit together Spirit Airlines!

    Get your shit together Mr. Baldanza!

    Get your shit together deadbeats!

  5. Another excellent road story. You must have been on tilt and not thinking clearly. Why didn’t you order a car and get a room at the Boca Beach Club instead? DOH!

  6. Brutal. I’m the person who writes 600 letters and emails after something like this happens and demands a full refund or whatever compensation I can get out of them. BTW I’m going to call John when I need a place to stay! LOL

  7. Nolan, I was offered a free ticket earlier today. Great story and sorry for what happened. Stay in good SPIRITS buddy.

  8. This post is worthless without pics of the tile floor.

  9. Dear Nolan, I’ve only flown them once, and I knew I was n the wrong place when I boarded the airplane and the overhead bins were line with advertising, much like you see if you use a public transportation system in Miami. Spirit Airlines has no dignity.

  10. My experience was luckily not nearly as bad, I think I really dodged a bullet. Fortunately my travel buddy read the Spirit site and warned me about charging $100 for overhead bin space is you tried to bring on a carry-on without pre-purchase. I researched found some horror stories and was worried it would go like that. We stopped at an Office Depot to get a print of our boarding passes because they now charge $10 for a re-print. We arrived at FLL 3 hours early and walked right through, no checked bags because of stories like yours. We found the 1 of 3 power outlets in the terminal and huddled around it like cavemen around a fire (my friend brought a power strip and became a very popular guy!). Everyone we spoke to talked about how terrible Spirit is and how this was the last flight they were ever taking. If you ONLY have 1 time customers, you will go out of business. So now I spread the word, and wait for this shitty company to go under…

  11. Well, I’m one of those mothers, flying alone with two little ones–and getting completely screwed over by Spirit. They changed my connection to a DAY later at the check-in counter w/o informing me. They then rerouted me from Fort Lauderdale to Dallas instead of Baltimore (extra flight, extra 8 hours with two hungry kids?). Then, they had the professionalism to tell me that I was a liar over email. (I was “aware” of my flight changes, I even “asked” to travel an extra day rather than accept a hotel). After hearing about your hotel/motel experience, however, maybe it was best that we slept sitting erect… as we all know Spirit’s seats don’t go back.

  12. Oh sweet fuck. I have 2 flights scheduled with them over the next week. They really fuck you over with the “baggage fees.” Reminds me of Ryan Air in Europe.

  13. I really, really, really want this “City Bus of the Sky” to go under. Spirit Airlines makes the Holocaust sound like an orgy. Not to mention you are most likely saddled up to the most horrific trashy person this side of the mason dixon line. I seriously felt like my purse was going to get stolen from underneath my seat if I fell asleep. Ghetto people who don’t enjoy showering, using manners, is what you can expect. You know if an airline does not even offer First Class- that’s a huge red flag. I am a pro when it comes to getting my first class ticket upgrade a few days before I leave. I usually end up paying an additional $99-$150 dollars, which comes out to be MUCH LESS than the ONE SHITTY SPIRIT AIRLINE FLIGHT I will NEVER TAKE AGAIN. Spirit airlines prey upon dumb people that can’t figure out they are getting ripped off and taken advantage of by some giant asshole at the head of Spirit Airlines. I will do everything in my power to advise people to boycott this disgrace for an airline.

  14. Yes, Spirit is a joke of an airline — the one time we scheduled a trip using Spirit, we missed the flight out of BWI, because of a nightmare line at TSA security. Spirit, the boogie-woogie airline, is the canary in the coal mine — when fossil fuels decline, the entire civil aviation industry will collapse. It’s time to get used to life after flying.

  15. Dispite your miserable experience, that was honestly the funniest rant I’ve read in a long time. Your vocabulary is terrific and flows smooth. Such a fun read, I’ll show my friends this post. Cheers.

  16. Wow, if you weren’t such a rascist bigot, I’d have pitied and even empathized with you. Spirit is still the worst airline without the references to INS, communism or blacks who speak spanish. You end up coming across as a crazy racist who kind of deserved ill treatment.


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