Excuse me, dahrlings, but...

I Will Survive

They like us! They really like us! Well, it’s too late for that, dahrlings. You don’t cut my grass and then, 20 years later, come back for my bush. That ship has sailed, bucko! (No really. It has. A balding old eagle has more feathers.)

Anyhoo, at the recent ASTA conference 3 airline execs announced to the sparse travel agent crowd that they need us. That’s right, dahrlings. Apparently travel agents sell higher fares than OTA's or even the airlines themselves. Go figure.

Well, dahrlings, in the words of the immortal Gloria Gaynor, 20 years ago I felt alone. Yes, I was petrified. Kept thinking I could never live without commissions by my side. But then I spent so many nights thinking how you cut me off, that I grew strong. I learned how to sell tours.

And now you’re back. Want higher fares. And know that I’m the one who’ll deliver on those shares. I should have changed my IATA code, I should have asked you for a fee, if I’d known for just one second you’d be back at my knee.

Weren’t you the one who tried to hurt me with direct?
Did you think I’d crumble? Did you think I'd lay down and die?
Oh no, not I
I will survive

Airlines, on the other hand, come and go. Take SkyGreece. Not in the survivor camp, dahrlings. But, surprisingly, also not in the bankruptcy camp. All they did last week was notify the CTA that they intend to Make a Proposal with the Office of the Superintendent of Bankruptcy Canada. We're still waiting. They're probably praying for a sign. It's kind of a fiscal no man's land where no one gets paid, no one gets to fly home and no one is filing for bankruptcy ... while the Greeks walk away with ZAG's money. I bet the Croats have a sign for them. 

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