Weâ€™ll this stinks. Today, Skybus became the third airline this week to cease operations. Normally I would not care about this sort of thing. But they were my ride to Boston.
It started with a text message after this morningâ€™s 18 mile trail run; â€œDude, Skybus just tanked.â€ At breakfast, I ordered wheat toast (no butter), bacon, eggs, and a legitimate airline.
The Skybus website was laughably unhelpful. â€œFuel is expensive. Weâ€™re closing. Sorry about that.â€ No phone numbers, resolution path, or Turtle Wax parting gift. Just the foreboding, â€œcontact your credit card company.â€ I called right away (just like every single Skybus refugee in America). Iâ€™m brain dead from easy listening hold music.
But I suppose thatâ€™s what I get for picking a relatively new, discount carrier with no call center. The sweet airfare deals were quite literally too good to be true. But for a while, I felt like super consumer, sticking it to the overpriced airlines. Perhaps Iâ€™ll run Boston with a scarlet â€œcaveat emptorâ€ pinned to my singlet.
And thatâ€™s the proverbial large nut I must crack. I have to find an alternate means to get to Boston. I shudder at prospect of pricing airfare to Massachusetts on late notice. I could pop a blood vessel in my left eyeball out of deranged frustration.