Won't lie, as a naive foreigner I had heard rumours it wasn't great but wasn't prepared for the truly horrific experience I had. I knew the fees were exorbitant but I had to check a bag as I had travel stuff for a few months with me - turns out they allowed almost 10kg less than other carriers for checked bags so I frantically sat in my hotel downing my Smores vodka (truly American drink I had to purchase) and throwing out weighty, cheap things to try and make it under the limit to avoid the crazy fees. Departure was delayed two hours, so we left at 1 or 2am, then the actual flight was like one of those nightmares where you can't wake up and hover in that hellish dream state. The seats were like the dirtiest bus seats that didn't move, the heating was screwed so every single person was wearing their winter coats and scarves in their seats, a solitary baby screamed and the flight attendants gossiped poisonously the whole way there. I remember arriving in Chicago in the freezing early hours of the morning, confused from sleep deprivation, wondering if it had been some crazy nightmare. As such, I love everyone's Spirit stories.
I would love CSA here in Australia, but I don't think we do it in our area! However, we do pronounce Erin and Aaron differently so when we finally do get this sort of thing happening, I'll be safe when checking people in.
God I've been reading the Billfold for so long and feel like this is the least Mike-like thing to ever be posted and I love it. Hilariously perfect story, especially the point where you finally break and confess to your friend on your fruit walk.