A Travelers Guide to Insanity

*chapter 2

The airport is packed full of people. It's hard to move through the crowd and I find myself being very thankful that I decided to get here an hour before check in closed, other wise I would have been screwed. 

I wait in the queue for about half an hour before dragging my bag up to the check-in desk. The lady looks pristine, like all people who work for airlines do. It must be some sort of rule for airlines.

She smiles at me wearily; she must be tired of all the people. I decide to go easy o her so I smile back and try to check in as quickly as possible. It mustn't be easy working in the terminals. I know I would go crazy.

After passing through the metal detectors, I go and buy myself a coffee off a dude who looked to be homeless, (although I have to say the coffee was pretty damn fantastic) and go and sit down in one of the many chairs that are near my gate.

Now comes the waiting- probably the most boring part of all.

I have to wait for about an hour and a half before I hear my boarding call.

Finally, I think to myself. It's been forever.

I line up and board the plane with no trouble. But then, when I am putting my backpack in the lockers above the seats, a man smashes into me.

"Oof. Ouch. Could you be a bit more careful next time?" I ask.

"Sorry," He has a deep voice. Very gruff. "Wasn't watching where I was going. My bad."

"Ok. Could you grab my bag though? . . ." I trail off as I see him returning to his seat, making me wonder what he was doing up near me in the first place.

Oh well. 

I settle down in my seat and look out of the window. 

It's not long before we are taking off, and after the familiar popping of my ears, I ease my chair down and settle into a dreamless sleep.