Tragic Airport Experiences

When you are leaving for your holidays and travelling by airplane, you have to be present there two hours before departure. But if you want to avoid traffic you'll have to leave one to two hours earlier. (In our case it was two hours). So that meant we were 4 hours(!!) too early at the airport. What on earth you're supposed to do in those 4 hours, well, nobody knows. We decided to have something to eat first.

Because of my irrational fear of escalators I was forced to take the stairs. Eventually I want to enter the restaurant… there was only one problem: I hadn't seen the door. That was actually not that strange because it was a glass, very, very clean door, which was supposed to open automatically… Well, NOT! So I just walked into that door with an enormous BENG! The staff, all the other people on the stairs and all the people inside the restaurant looked at me. My face heated, of course,  and, the worst thing of this all, I was being laughed at by the entire staff and visitors of the restaurant… Few people were polite enough to actually try to hide their laughter. Others, on the other hand, didn't even bother; they just stared and laughed openly at me. Some of them even pointed at me. I was so NOT going to miss Holland…

So finally, after 4 hours of horror, I was finally in (the right) airplane. Content about that? Yes. Happy? No. I was sitting next to someone, I think, was afraid of flying. He was sweating very heavily. And the smell! O my God, unnatural! I really don't have anything against people who smell, but this was really not normal. But he was actually very nice. He taught me how to play Sudoku (not that I'm good at it, but that isn't the point). The person behind me was a lot more annoying. He was constantly kicking against my chair. And after two and a half hours I grew really sick of that…

After two lovely weeks abroad I arrived at the airport again. Home. Nice. But… then we faced the first obstacle between us and the well-known place called home.

THE LUGGAGECONVAYER!!

If our suitcases would arrive quickly so we could go home again, well, then it wouldn't be much of a problem.  But, of course, that wasn't the case. The first three (out of four) suitcases arrived quickly, the fourth suitcase on the other hand arrived at the moment we were almost heading towards the 'Lost Luggage Department' to threaten them to give our suitcase back. At that very moment the suitcase came rolling out. And then the second obstacle comes along:

THE PARKING LOT!

I can tell you one thing about the parking lot Long Parking of the airport. It´s very, very, very crowded…
My father and I went bravely on expedition to search for our car. We vaguely remembered were we parked it (has it ever occurred to you that even when you very accurately remember where you park your car, it's always a couple of places away from where you thought it would be? No? Well, it's true!).
However, we thought we had finally found our car, even though it doesn't even look like our car at all (after endlessly walking you're not that picky anymore).
My father pressed on the key to open our car... Suddenly we heard a noise: CLICK! Flickering car lamps behind us. We are shocked to death, but the happiness because had found our car was bigger than that.
That joy was being tempered quickly when the inevitable, Dutch phenomenon descended on us: RAIN!! After two weeks of the perfect warmth of Portugal, you don't even remember what rain is anymore. For the ones who don't know: it's constantly raining in Holland, just like right now. And not just some nice, fresh spatters, no way, it's POURING RAIN… So we drove to my sister and mother who were standing ready with the suitcases, threw the cases in the back and got in the car as quickly as we can.

That's the dream, in real life that never happens, right!? No, it doesn't.  The cases didn't seem to fit! THEY JUST DIDN'T SEEM TO FIT!! And then we were wondering how we got them in when we drove to the airport, but of course, we couldn't remember!
And then we were standing there half an hour, HALF AN HOUR, in the pouring rain, pushing cases in the back of the car.
And when it's finally, FINALLY DONE, we could finally go home.

Meanwhile on our way back, I'm sitting at the back seat and fall asleep. My mother looks behind her, sees me and my sister sleeping peacefully, and smiles at my father.
'POCK!'
.. they suddenly hear behind them. Both my parents are shocked to death, and look at us. It turns out that I've fallen against the car window with my head. And well, I do have quite a heavy head.
They look at each other, and my father quickly locks the doors, in case my head succeeds to open the doors in some miraculous way. Anyway, after two more hours of driving, we're finally home and our airport adventure has come to an end, just like the holidays.



~SketchWriter~