Day Four: A Story in a Single Image
Imagine this is Heathrow Airport in London, England, I am the passenger waiting to board an Air Canada flight to Montreal, Canada. It is 8am, I went to the counter, handed my passport, ticket and was about to put my luggage, when the man at the desk said, ‘stop me darlin, your flight is at 10 pm, not am, I’m afraid I can’t check you in this early.’
My brother and his wife said, ‘Let’s go back home, we’ll come back at the right time.’
I was both embarrassed and guilty, I opted to stay at the airport and wait all those hours, rather than go back with my brother and his wife. My sister-in- law tried to convince me it was way too long to wait at the airport. I disagreed and they reluctantly left and I felt relieved.
I found a spot at the airport lounge, took a seat and watched passengers coming in and departing. the first few minutes were magical, all these people speaking languages, I did not understand, but I wasn’t bored or unhappy, it was the first time in my life I was stuck in an airport, I was determined to enjoy the experience.
The next hour I got up with my cabin luggage and went to get some food, the place I chose was, ‘EAT,’ they had fast foods galore, I picked something that would not disturb my digestive system. Found another place to sit and chomped my food.
I spent eight hours watching, walking, at times eating, finally the dreadful hours came to a screeching halt with the announcement: ‘Air Canada flight to Montreal is boarding.’
These were the sweetest words I heard after so many hours of waiting.
It taught me a lesson, check the time of my flight before I dash my way to the Airport.