It is pretty amazing how much most airport staff want to get me and my small child out of their general vicinity. They're always letting us cut ahead in lines, or do this or that first. Almost makes up for the exhaustion that comes from keeping tabs on a miniature human being that refuses to sleep and is always one misstep away from a high-decibel meltdown. Almost.
Yeah it's great seeing them stress about it. To me a screaming baby is just another sound of my environment, like the wind rustling through the trees, but to them it means panic.
One time when I had a stress fracture and phoned Lufthansa to check that I'd be allowed to take my crutch on as cabin luggage I was offered "The Wheelchair Service". Once you've experienced the luxury of being pushed to the front of each and every queue and arriving first on the plane, you do begin to consider spraining an ankle on a regular basis...
I once was on a flight with a couple teenagers whose friend was in a wheelchair. They were bussed in front of the lines, given all the luxury you're describing. Then, when we got off the plane and headed toward baggage, they hit an escalator - and the kid jumped out of the wheelchair crying, "I'M CURED!"
HHHHhhhhmmmmm. Tempting.
ReplyDeleteIt is pretty amazing how much most airport staff want to get me and my small child out of their general vicinity. They're always letting us cut ahead in lines, or do this or that first. Almost makes up for the exhaustion that comes from keeping tabs on a miniature human being that refuses to sleep and is always one misstep away from a high-decibel meltdown. Almost.
ReplyDeleteYeah it's great seeing them stress about it. To me a screaming baby is just another sound of my environment, like the wind rustling through the trees, but to them it means panic.
DeleteOne time when I had a stress fracture and phoned Lufthansa to check that I'd be allowed to take my crutch on as cabin luggage I was offered "The Wheelchair Service". Once you've experienced the luxury of being pushed to the front of each and every queue and arriving first on the plane, you do begin to consider spraining an ankle on a regular basis...
ReplyDeleteWell it's not like they're going to check, right?
DeleteI once was on a flight with a couple teenagers whose friend was in a wheelchair. They were bussed in front of the lines, given all the luxury you're describing. Then, when we got off the plane and headed toward baggage, they hit an escalator - and the kid jumped out of the wheelchair crying, "I'M CURED!"
Then wth do they have all those x-ray machines for?
DeleteSometimes those babies come in handy
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