United Breaks Guitar Flashcards
I flew United Airlines on my way to Nebraska.
The plane departed Halifax, connecting in Chicago.
While on the ground, a passenger said from the seat behind me,
“My god, they’re throwing guitars out there.”
The band and I exchanged a look,
best described as terror, at the action of the tarmac and knowing whose projectiles these would be
So before I left Chicago,
I alerted three employees who showed completely indifference toward me.
United, You broke my Taylor guitar.
United, Some big help you are.
You broke it.
You should fix it.
You’re liable.
Just admit it.
I should’ve flown with someone else or gone by car,
‘cause United breaks guitar.
When we landed in Nebraska, I confirmed what I suspected.
My Taylor’d been the victim of a vicious act of malice at.
So began a year long saga,
of “pass the buck,” “don’t ask me” and “I’m sorry, Sir, your claim can go nowhere.”
So to all the airline people from New York to New Delhi,
including kind Ms. Irlweg who says the final word from them is “No.”
I heard all your excuses,
and I’ve chased your wild gooses, and I say this attitude of yours, I say, must go.
Well, I won’t say that I’ll never fly with you again,
‘cause, maybe, to save the world, I probably would, but that won’t likely happen.
And if it did, I wouldn’t bring my luggage,
‘cause you’d just go and break it, into a thousand pieces, just like you broke my heart when United breaks guitar.