Marilu F.
Yelp
I despise this airport.
Not enough handicap accessible spots or attendants.
Some of the rudest and most despicable passengers.
No train, no rhyme or reason to layout.
Do I go on?
Oh yes, let me tell you a tale of the first (and hopefully last!) time I step foot into this hell called the Charlotte Douglas International Airport.
Now, I should begin by telling you that I don't consider myself a frequent traveler, but apparently compared to my loved ones, I am. Consequently, I usually take it with a grain of salt when someone complains to me about traveling because the fact is I've usually already dealt with what they're complaining about. Some examples of this include delayed or canceled flights, airports being too big and signage being nonexistent, not being able to find someone that speaks your language. Oh baby, the list goes on and on.
Needless to say, when my cousin who hates traveling and travels once every year if that complained about this airport, I scoffed. I had never been to it, but honestly how bad could it be? I mean, I've gotten yelled at in foreign countries being told I'm a stupid American, I've had issues with wheelchair assistance before, flights where I've had to stay overnight at an airport, you get the idea.
Well, I can tell you this is on my poop list of airports!
We arrived in the international terminal from St. Lucia. I had requested wheelchair assistance as I was in a boot. There was no wheelchair upon arrival. I had to speak to an employee to then get a wheelchair. As it turns out, we are having a wheelchair party because there were six of us with two wheelchair attendants. Then one went poof and a guy was left with six wheelchairs. I am fortunate that I did not travel alone, but there is no reason that my companion had to wheel me away when there are employees at airports for this same reason.
In addition to this, this airport is clearly not built for handicapped people as the elevator barely fit Oompa-Loompas, meaning two wheelchairs at best with their attendants if that. We had to take an elevator to go to customs, and fortunately for us, they have a section for handicapped folks and their loved ones. We also have Global Entry, so we were in and out, especially as we didn't have checked luggage. Otherwise, we would have had to recheck it per what we were told.
We get out of customs and baggage claim and are seeking the TSA checkpoint to enter the domestic terminal. Except apparently it's in butt you-know-where Egypt. We manage to walk and get wheeled in half an hour and that's after going through TSA where I had the displeasure of meeting the worst Karen of life. This woman swept past me, didn't even mumble an apology, and nearly hit my boot. I was seething as all she kept going on about was missing her flight, not caring whatsoever I was in a boot. I got past TSA first as I was handicapped and I cursed profusely in French at the lack of consideration. I will tell you I do not usually wish this on people, but I hope that woman missed her flight with the passion of a thousand suns.
Unfortunately for me, she wasn't the only person in this airport who was like this. We eventually made it past TSA and decided to dine at a Mexican restaurant called Tequileria (will write a separate review for that) and it astounded me how many people were dumbfounded because they couldn't figure out how to move to make space for someone in a wheelchair. Ugh. Then there's the caveat that before we even enter, we get stopped by an airport employee where I have to sign some paperwork because apparently my companion isn't supposed to be wheeling me, but hey, they were the ones at fault for that. I was told eventually someone would come to get me at the restaurant to wheel me to my flight and you already know that that did not happen. Heck, pigs flying had more chances of that happening.
The walk to our gate takes some time afterwards, but luckily for us, we had an hour or so to kill and my companion knows this labyrinth of an airport. We sat in peace, waiting to head home to Tallahassee. Here is where we were graced by Lady Luck - we somehow did not get our gate changed. Sadly, our flight was a bit late and we got home around 1 AM in the morning. That said, the entire experience left me with a bitter taste in my mouth that I can't seem to get rid of. Even my airport nemesis (Charles de Gaulle in Paris) doesn't compare to this crime against humanity. I seriously do not want to return EVER. The amount of people I saw sprinting across this airport baffled me and do not get me started on the lack of a moving train between the terminals.
People complain so much about airports (myself included), but I can usually find one redeeming quality. This one? Nada, zip, zilch. I rather fork over extra cash than deal with lack of employees, lack of handicap accessibility, lack of transportation. I sincerely wish any and all persons luck if they have the misfortune of having to travel through here.