Meertwat

The flight is due to leave, so I am standing in a small-ish line waiting to get my boarding pass checked at the gate. The departure time comes and goes and there's no sign of any movement... which is incredibly annoying. If I knew how long the flight was (clearly) delayed for, I'd sit down. As it is, the minute I leave the line, the plane will board and I'll be at the back of the queue.

So I stand in line.  Whilst standing in line I am getting increasingly irritated, especially with the lack of announcements about where the plane is, or what time we are going to be leaving...

What pisses me off even more, however, is the mass of Eastern European people that suddenly spring from nowhere and push right pass me to the front of the queue the minute the ‘bing bong’ of the announcements are made to tell us that the flight is now boarding. Bastards.  

Must remember my calmness after my weekend here in luxury and take a deep breath.  "In with hate, out with love..."


As I get on the plane, I notice that I am sitting next to a Japanese man and his son, so I beckon for them to move along, rather than me clamber over them to my window seat: I’ll sit on the aisle instead. Plus I needed the loo so it would be a quick escape during the flight.

Well I wished I’d not bothered. They were, in fact, not together, The boy was now separated from the rest of his family who were sitting in the three seats across the aisle and the Japanese man was now a little further away form his (rather ugly) family who were sitting diagonally behind. The boy’s father asked if he could move back to where he was, and I ended up sitting in the middle of them both! Worse, the Japanese man felt the need to check, every two minutes (like a meerkat) that his family were still on the place / eating / alive / etc – annoying twat.