Nathan loves Delta Airlines. I guess love is too mild a word. He adores Delta Airlines. I suppose it all started when he worked for them in college. It was about 15 or so years ago and Delta operated a small reservations center on the campus at Weber State. They let us fly for free and the love affair began. Even though we don't fly for free anymore he still loves them, to the point that even if another airline is cheaper, he'll usually pick Delta.Today we were waiting in the car in line at the school and Natalee looked up in the air. "There's a plane," she says, "and it's definantly Delta." I asked, "How do you know?" She says, "Well, I see blue wings and a red stripe on the back tail." I look up and sure enough, she's right. Then I hear, with a sigh in her voice, "Oh I love Delta." It's genetic.
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I'm sorry to hear that Natalie has been cursed with the same genetic disorder. I HATE Delta and will never fly them again, NEVER!!! :-)
Want to know something? I've never had a bad experience on any airline so I can't really say that I prefer one over the other. But my Nathan is a very loyal person, so at my house, unless we're on a plane where they physically abuse us, or perhaps rip our carry on items to shreads, or spit in the drink, we're on Delta.
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