marie-anne's continuance

Mayhem

Hello. I've just gotten to the airport. I'm sitting in the waiting seats. I've been to this airport more times than I can count, as most of my journeys are abroad. The room is quite big... It has white walls and a good hundred seats, the ones that fold in and you push it down. There's a disgusting, dirty carpet bellow. It's meant to be a burgundy kind of colour but since so many people have spilt all kinds of stuff on it, it's all stained and turned more of a brown. There's quite a lot of people in this room with me. There's a few families, ranging from toddlers to young adults. There's about half a dozen little kids running around screaming and a few babies crying too. This is why I always take my pair of purple headphones. I bought these a few years ago, when I realised just how noisy this room can get. I'm plugging them into my little nokia phone and going to my playlist with the title 'travelling'. The time on my screen reads 5:04. If the flight isn't delayed it will be in exactly 56 minutes. I'm actually getting a little bit peckish, but I don't have any food with me. There's a vending machine around the corner if I remember rightly. I stand up and walk to where I think it is. Ahhh yes, here we go. I insert 1$ and 50 cents. Walker's original crisps then slowly fell to the bottom of the machine, ready for me to pick up and eat.    As I'm munching on these an announcement pops up on the speakers telling us to go to security if we're boarding the flight to Scotland. I listened and shortly after arrived at the security lines (which were very short). Once it's my turn, I step forward so the man can scan me. *beep beep beep* oh gosh.. I've somehow set the alarm off. I had no other choice but to let the man search through my stuff and pat me down. He pulled out the new pocket knife that I had to buy the other day and asked why I had it. I explained to the man that I just really wanted to buy it from the store whilst buying stuff for Scotland, but that didn't seem so reliable. I tried to reason with him. 'What would an 83 year old woman want to do with a pocket knife?!?!' I exclaimed. Of course, he wasn't listening. He took the beautiful rosy knife to the pack room and didn't come back out for a couple of minutes, while I patiently waited. Once he finally came back, he explained that his co-workers told him to let me through, as they were sure I wasn't up to any harm with it. God, all that unnecessary hassle for nothing.

After I got through all the security, despite the mayhem, It was now time to board the plane. I already knew all of the rules as I've been on millions of planes before. I ignored the lady on the microphone and carried on boarding. I chose a window seat and carefully placed my stuff by my feet and got myself tied in. The flight took off and my eyes started shutting and I dozing off a while into the fight. I was very tired so shortly after I fell asleep.