Why is getting on and off a plane so frustrating?
Not because of the planes, not because of the security officers or the check in agents.
It’s the stupid passengers.
Just think about your last trip. You get to the airport and line up for security. You get yourself all geared up – belts off, shoes off, lap top out of the bag.
Through the xray.
Out the other end.
Then you watch your tray make its way slowly down the rollers but you can’t get to it. Why? Because some idiot has seen fit to get dressed standing right where his tray has stopped. The other trays are now bumping up against his but nope, he is going to put on his belt, his watch, his shoes and pack his briefcase while we all stand watching. That’s why they have tables behind you! Pick up your tray, walk over to the table and then take all day for all I care while you “re-arrange” yourself. Goodness me. And the journey hasn’t even started yet.
Then there is the pantomime of getting on the plane. Shame, those poor check in agents. They call Zone 1 and there is a line up out the door of the airport because everyone in every zone wants to get in the line. Maybe they should make us wear a sticky label with our zone number right on our foreheads so the gate agent (and the other passengers) can easily see which zone you are and can remind you that this is not your zone.
But it is not over. Then there is the struggle with the hand luggage. And if you have ever been on one of those planes with the overhead bins requiring you to stack your luggage sideways – well good luck.
That’s how it is supposed to be stacked – but it never happens that way in real life and the flight attendant has to go round repositioning the bags.
And don’t you love the person who gets on and stows his carry on in the overhead bin over row 7 and then proceeds to the back to his own row 22.
But it’s not over until the fat lady sings. So they say.
You finally get off the flight but if you have checked baggage you head down to the baggage carousel. Tension mounts as the belt starts moving. Then boom, boom, boom …. The bags start coming. Everyone moves in a bit closer and then someone comes and stands right in front of you so you can’t see what’s coming out because you have to be there on the spot when it drops down the slope onto the belt.
Oh and let’s not forget the person who grabbed the wrong bag and then struggled to throw it back onto the belt while bumping into three other people who are also standing guard.
Oh my goodness.
Can you tell I have travellers’ fatigue.
But it doesn’t last long. Just throw me a brochure of the latest small ship cruise or a picture of the cobbled streets of Edinburgh and I’M OFF on another adventure.
Can’t help it!