And their parents want answers. That’s what the headline said.
I’m of two minds on this myself neither of which include the parents questioning the government or the airline.
1) What resourceful kids! The girl decided she wanted to go to use her money to fly. She’d never done it before. She wanted to try something new. Enlisted her brother and a friend to go with her. Kids travel unaccompanied all the time (hell, my oldest son does it at least twice a year). They weren’t hurt, just a little spooked when they flew into the wrong airport.
2) As a parent who believes in giving my kids a long leash, I’m bothered by the fact that these kids didn’t bother to alert their parents. Is it because they knew they’d be told no? Is it because they didn’t think about it? Either way, they need to understand the responsibility of freedom. Meaning: if you want more freedom, you become responsible for making sure your parents are aware of where you are and coming in the house on time.
I know there will be lots of people blaming the airline employees for not asking questions and not stopping the kids from traveling without parental permission. But it’s not the airline’s fault. It’s not the regulator’s fault. This comes down to kids pushing the boundaries…perhaps a little too far for their parents’ liking.
Without knowing more about the kids or the families, I’ll say that passing the responsibility off to the airline to “ask questions” teaches the kids that they can do what they want, and there will be no consequences. And there should definitely be consequences. The worst thing these parents could do is sue the airline for some perceived negligence. Instead, the parents should talk to their kids about why what they did was wrong, the responsibility of freedom and lay down some ground rules for the next time the kids get the itch to travel. They were all old enough, the only problem is that they didn’t ask permission.
What do you think?
Miami was great, it really was. The trip home seemed extra long. No worries though, I made it safely. As we descended on the airport, I spied the crowded 405 freeway, which I’ve never been happier to see. It was a beautiful parking lot of a freeway to behold.
I’m home now, sitting on my bed, warming up some chili and listening to the wonderful sound of the boy playing video games.
Man, its good to be home.
Beautiful city, great company what more can you ask for? It was busy for sure. Running around “live blogging” the event, making sure speakers had everything they needed…it was great.
Highlights: I met Susan Gunelius who I’ve known and worked with for nearly five years but met in person for the first time today. Having a friend from Twitter send someone on a search for me to give me a hug. Having drinks with other editors and getting to know each other. Meeting Bob Reiss, a beloved guest expert. Meeting Tim Berry, sweet columnist extraordinaire.
I must say that attending a conference three time zones away was much more fun than attending and sitting in a room with my leg propped on a chair (stupid bum knee). This year, I was in good health and even better spirits.
It was a rockin’ conference and I enjoyed every minute of it.
Tomorrow, I travel back to SoCal. The hotel bed is unbelievably comfortable, but somehow, I think I’ll be happy to sleep in my own bed.
Today started off alright. I had a plan and everything was right on schedule, except for one thing. The schedule in my head was nearly 45 minutes off.
I arrived at the airport thinking I was right on time to get checked in for an 11:55 red eye to ATL only to find out that the flight was actually at 11:15 and we could not be checked in.
Fuckety fuck fuck fuck.
Epic traveling fail.
I nearly broke into tears right there at the check-in counter.
Instead I took a few deep breaths and asked the airline agent what I could do. He registered us for standby and told us to be back two hours early to check in. He showed the boys a hat trick and we were on our way.
I’ve set an alarm to wake me up in three hours from now. I haven’t used an alarm in over a decade.
For now, I’m going to try to clear my head so I can get three hours of sleep.
First things first: David’s here! *does happy dance*
Check out his blog to see what’s been happening over the last couple days. I’ll also tell you my short version just to catch you up.
In & Out for the first meal in SoCal. Friday was a domestic day…washing clothes groceries…that sort of thing. Saturday we went wine tasting in Temecula. Today we’re going on a balloon ride.
It’s been awesome and he’s only been here 4 days! The first hug was a little nervous but once we got over the initial shock of actually being in each others’ presence, the nervousness dissipated and we were like old friends.
What else can I say? It’s been wonderful. I’m enjoying every moment.
Yep, it really has been a year. It seems a little like a lucid dream but its all so real (especially since we’ve got money invested). I have to admit that even I was a skeptic at first. I mean really, a long distance (7,000 miles to be exact) relationship with someone I met on the internet? For a while I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Then we had a few arguments and started talking about the future and things became more and more real.
The only thing that was really making things hard was the distance. Hell, that’s a pretty big deal, I’d say. And as time went on and the yearning to be in his presence grew deeper, I decided that I couldn’t go beyond a year in the relationship without at least a visit.
So David and I talked about it and began saving money (Yes we both saved. What a bitch I’d be to ask him to fly 7k miles and not even be willing to pay half of his nearly $800 air fare?) and he promised that by the time our one year anniversary came, we would meet.
Well, our anniversary was two days ago, but not to worry, we shall meet in person next Thursday and spend two wonderful weeks together.
Am I nervous? Hell yeah!
Am I excited? Are you freakin’ kidding me?
I don’t know that I’ve ever been more nervous or excited about anything.
So there you have it.