I dropped my husband at the airport today at 6 a.m. There was quite a bit of the usual early morning traffic, but a lot of room at the curb by his particular airline. He scooped up his luggage and headed inside.
But I was stuck. Because a hotel van and a big old pickup truck couldn’t be bothered to pull ahead of me and park on the curb. No, they fenced me in.
And that was not all. They discharged passenger after passenger, suitcase after suitcase, onto the roadway. The passengers hugged one another. One woman took a sheet of stickers and began peeling them off the sheet and applying them to specific suitcases, all sitting on the pavement and blocking my car.
I rolled down my window. “Please hurry up and move onto the sidewalk, thanks,” I said. Neutrally. I wasn’t yelling but I wasn’t happy.
“This is AN AIRPORT,” pickup truck driver replied.
This apparently is an airport that caters to idiots, I found myself thinking.
Where were the security/sheriff’s officials when I needed them?
Comments
November 19th, 2012
Perhaps go into the airport earlier, with a calmer attitude, and expecting delays. If you let people like that get to you (who might be in a rush, frustrated, etc.), you are not helping anyone. Ofcourse there is an expectation of limited tolerance, but in the end how long did you actually wait to get out of there?
November 19th, 2012
Amy... you should have acted like a kid and told him to make like a plane and take off!
