I arrived in plenty of time and spent 2 and a half hours in a line up at an airport that had only half the security machines working and half the staff that I normally see when I have been there in the past.
What does that add up too?
Standing in a crowd of people watching everyone around me descend into meltdown as their flight time came and went.
Pushing, shoving, queue jumping.
Appalling attitudes from the people working there.
ARRESTS.
Enough to punch the Christmas spirit out of anyone.
I missed my flight.
No more flights to be had.
Bags were in a grey zone for a while.
So for the second time in 24 hours I drove home with a bag full of presents destined to be undelivered as planned.
I spent a couple of hours later with some rugby "chaps".
Fun enough, but boozing in a bar has never been Christmas to me.
Home now, and feeling OK, but tomorrow I'm going to be sad.
For now I'm getting the slump to my shoulders its true enough, but I'm still smiling.
Wish I was with my family tonight.
Merry Christmas.
Hope you were luckier
T
1 comment:
that sucks big time T, sorry!!
will give a you a call tomorrow with some chrsitmas cheer...not the sme as being with the family i know, but better than nowt!
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