Who can forget the 2005 Southwest Airlines political censorship incident?
Lorrie Heasley, of Woodland, Wash., was asked to leave her flight from Los Angeles to Portland, Ore., Tuesday for wearing a T-shirt with pictures of President Bush, Vice President Dick Cheney and Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice and a phrase similar to the popular film title “Meet the Fockers.” (source)
Of course, not content to be the airline of censorship, Southwest is now the airline of the burkha.
Southwest tried to boot a shapely 23-year-old college student off a flight recently because one person complained about the way she was dressed. A customer “service” (there’s an oxymoron) supervisor named Keith told San Diego passenger Kyla Ebbert that her miniskirt, high-heel sandals, and sweater-over-tank top (over a bra) was “inappropriate” for a family airline.
After berating the woman and telling her to go home, change, and catch a later flight, Keith relented, after which Kyla covered herself with a blanket, magazine, and an embarrassed frown. (source)
Marty Klein (source for the above quote too) hilariously states:
[Southwest Airlines] didn’t say why the smelly, armrest-hogging lady next to me or the butt-cracking, loudmouthed guy across the aisle last week were allowed to travel unmolested, while they molested the rest of us passengers.
And, lets not let it go unnoticed that Southwest is at it again! See this post from Feministing. Same issue, same airline. The moral of the story, Southwest is a “family” airline. Since when does “family” mean “asshole?”
I personally never fly SouthWest Airlines. I’d rather take a train, walk, or crawl over broken glass on my hands and knees than stand in that line. Give me a confirmed seat, not a rush to the airport so you don’t have to sit next to the cinnabon-wolfing fart machine that inevitably pours their ass over into your seat on SouthWest.
SouthWest is the smelly low-life bus of the skies – and that was my opinion of this crappy airline before it got into its latest shenanigans.