Love the way small children play even at airports. Sitting under dirty joined plastic chairs they chatter
happily. Delighted to be ordering each
other around. Captivated by this small-unexpected
cave in the departure lounge. They each
have their own pink wheel-on cases covered in princesses and every now and then
they get out from under the plastic seats and march up and down cases towed
behind them as if a vital call has come.
Their excitement is evident. The
call to board will come soon and they look eagerly around at others, “Is it time
yet? Has the adventure begun?” The rest
of us aged ones yawn our boredom. Or
fret that our cases will not fit in Easy Jets little cage checking thing. Clasping our precious passports and boarding cards
firmly to our chests, we worry far too much to enjoy any of this. Perhaps Easy Jet will fine us for too large
a bag? "They took my deoderant at security!"complained a sweaty man to my right, wiping his dripping forehead with a large grey hankechief.
His mate wonders if he’ll be able to finish his
coffee before they start boarding?
Another woman asks her mate, am I too fat looking in these trousers?
An elderly woman asks her pale faced and
sickly husband if he thinks she will be chilly without a coat? So many serious issues to keep on top of,
and that is only the ones we’ve managed to remember. Goodness knows what we’ve forgotten to pack, lock, defrost, or turn
off!
