Busy Airport

     As I shuffle out of the taxi a luggage attendant rushes up to the boot of the taxi and starts unloading my luggage onto his little trolley and tells me to follow. People pushing and shoving past each other like mice. I can’t even see where I am meant to go. I always knew trying to catch a flight at the height of holiday season was a disaster.  After delivering me to the proper wing of the airport, he drops my bags along with my luggage through a chute, saying they’ll get transported with me. I tell him “hey, there was fragile stuff in there” and he goes pale, then tells me “it’ll be okay” as he disappears among the crowd. I then follow the crowd down to the Duty Free.

      In a roving stampede, like two snakes slithering right along each other. I’m on the inner-edge of my direction, and end up getting slammed right in the nose by two pizza-boxes held by a man in a blue top. “Ay watch were your going!” But no one seemed to bloody care. I made my way in to be greeted by a security guard who asked to see my ticket. “Your flight is boarding now and they have been announcing your name you should hurry to the check in gate. You should go up the stairs and carry on straight to the left.” I started running to the direction he pointed me too. I kept going and going but the numbers just kept getting bigger. I stopped and thought it would be a good idea to ask someone were my gate number was. “Hi do you know were gate number 26 is?” “It is at the other side of the airport.” I was at the wrong side of the airport.

     They were announcing my name, saying “Gate 26 is now closing.” I ran, as fast as I could but there were too many people. It was almost impossible-impossible-to get through all these people in time for my flight. I kept on moving but I was too far away from my gate. I couldn’t miss my flight; I had to get home for Christmas. A man in an airport cart came past me. “Could you get me to the other side of the airport; I’m going to miss my flight.” “Okay, get on.” I would never again try to travel in holiday season. Everyone was just staring at me. Probably thinking how come I get the special service. I got to the gate and the women started giving me a lecture on why not to be late to a flight. I told her I didn’t really care. I made my way on to the flight. I would never again travel in holiday season. It was closing and i couldn’t believe it they were closing the gate how could they do that to me how could they i couldn’t believe it i was so angry with them i didn’t know what i was going to do to them