Remember the Seinfeld episode where George is slugged $75 because he cancels an appointment with a physio within her arbitrarily decreed 24-hour exclusion zone? “24 hours for all cancellations … It’s our policy,’’ he’s told. When the physio subsequently cancels an appointment with George, also within 24 hours, he demands she pay him $75. “I have a policy …,’’ he tells her.

A man ahead of his time, George Constanza. Who do these people think they are? And why do we meekly acquiesce to such injustices? Needless to say I have my own particular axe to grind, which I’ll get to in a minute, but more broadly this is a call to all self-respecting citizens to stand up to the sort of professional and corporate bullying that insists “their” time is valuable and our time is worthless.
While the cancellation “policy” (consider how often bastardry is cloaked in that word: refugee policy, indigenous affairs policy, tax policy, mental health policy) is the most despicable example, it’s far from the only one. How about the four-hour “window” when you want to get some service – a phone connection, say – installed or a courier package delivered?
This is what those companies are saying to you: “Your time doesn’t matter to us, so just hang around for four hours and we’ll turn up when it suits. Do not pop out for 5 minutes to get a carton of milk because if you do we will turn up right then and we won’t hang about. We’ll leave a card and then you’ll have to come out to our depot in Bourke.’’
Then there’s the interminable wait to reach any human at any business if you are quaint enough to telephone them. First you spend 20 minutes or so negotiating the various push-button menu options (longer if you mis-key the first one and switch the whole shebang to Mandarin), then you get put on hold until judgement day, or until you hang up. They count on the latter. And all the while, the twist of the knife: the soul destroying muzak blares, interrupted every few minutes by a tinny message assuring you your call is important, that you have progressed in the queue and that you will be answered by the first available customer service representative. Translation: we couldn’t give a rat’s and we will wait you out.
And so to my axe: in a word it is Jetstar, the low cost, don’t care airline.
Here’s what happened. In February I booked interstate flights for a function in June. In mid-April my circumstances changed and I realised I wouldn’t be able to make the function, so I called Jetstar to see about cancelling the flights. Plenty of notice, I thought, and I’d be happy with a flight credit if they can’t do a refund.
Well, they can’t do anything. No flight credit, no refund, no care, no responsibility, nada, nix, nothing. They magnanimously suggested they could look into rescheduling my flight times, but only on the same route, and that would cost $40 per passenger per journey.
Then an interesting thing happened. Jetstar emailed me to say their circumstances had changed and they would have to change the departure time of my flight home. So, I rang them and asked if they would be paying me $40 per passenger for that. Do I need to tell you what they said?
As the great British comedian Peter Cook would have said, it’s no way to run an airline. The first thing that goes out the window here is the business’s commonsense, swiftly following by the customer’s dignity. We should all channel our inner George Constanza and tell these people that they are not better than us, that their time is not more valuable than ours and we’re mad as hell and not going to take it any more.
As for Jetstar, well, all I can do is use the power we all have as consumers: I will never fly with them again, and I will advise the same of anyone who wants to listen.
But more importantly here’s what I think we should do: the next time you make an appointment with a physio or a dentist or a bookmaker or a yogi or whoever, tell them you may have to cancel at short notice and you won’t be paying if you do. Tell them they can sue. Tell them you have a policy, too.
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