redrobin

Get me out of here

Now whiling away the hours in Colombo airport until my flight home. My holiday chill has somewhat disippated with the bureacratic nightmare that is exiting Sri Lanka. Arrive 3 hours before take off, have your bags scanned 3 times, fill in a form, fill in the correct form, queue, join the correct queue. Despite the early arrival (so I thought) it seems I was lucky to secure a seat on the plane at all. No window seats left, at least none that recline.Perhaps I shall be next to the goats. God, I hate flying.

A fellow passenger escaped death earlier. She executed an audacious and outrageous queue jump right in front of me. She clearly saw me queing for the next check in agent and started pushing her trolley (loaded with 4 bags) in front of me. I gave her the Robin Glare thinking that would set the ground rules. Apparantly she thought my brows of thunder were a signal to "go ahead, no honestly, after all this hassle I would like nothing more than for you and your bag miscellany to push in front of me and delay me further. Be my guest". And so she did. I failed to react as I was so gobsmacked and of course being British I could only tut furiously and shake my head silently. Ah-ha, I was to emerge victorious as the check in agent took one look at her first bag offering which was merely a cardboard box tied with string and a suggestion of tape and dispatched her to the 'shit and weird luggage' counter. I couldn't help but give a massive triumphant smile that said quite clearly 'FUCK YOU'.

Only 2 hours to kill now; seriously considered buying last week's OK magazine for $6 just for something to do. iPod, don't let me down when I most need you.

20.4.06 06:09