Air travel has become common for most professionals due to regular commitments, young people due to a heavy pocket, and elderly people due to the convenience of a short and safe trip. The only downside is the need to be at the airport a few hours before departure, which naturally increases the overall travel time, whereas one can board a supercharged bus or hop on an oncoming train. to start. Recently, the husband and I had a thrilling domestic flight experience when we disembarked from a taxi at a metropolitan airport, just fifty minutes before takeoff. The reasons? Initially the immediate unavailability of the ubiquitous Uber, and later messy traffic jams at unexpected times. We knew boarding our flight was a touch-and-go and we were mentally prepared to go home. But we decided to give it a valiant try despite the odds.
At first we were put off when the taxi was instructed to drop us off at the third lane beyond the entrance and we had to push our luggage down two lanes to reach the airport entry point. The huge Friday queue outside left us stunned and I knew there was no way to get inside before takeoff. That’s when I noticed another entry point, but the guard waved us over to the winding queue. It reminded me of my mother’s words that the gift of small talk should never be underestimated, and I prompted the husband, who looked anxious personified, to explain our plight to the guard, and surprisingly, she let us through, even though it was the VIP door. It seemed like she was suitably impressed by the husband’s behavior. Thanking her profusely, we went to the baggage check-in counter and, as expected, it was closed. The airline manager had nothing to lose and had our boarding passes printed immediately directing us to security, pulling all the luggage. We rushed to the elevator cutting through a winding queue for the escalator.
When we reached the security point, we were dismayed to see the “temple queue” again and asked the airport manager to help us as the take off was in thirty five minutes. He expressed his inability to help and suggested we contact the passengers for assistance.
Fortunately, I spotted the girl who was in the elevator with us, almost at the start of the queue. I approached and asked her if we could join and she easily agreed, surprising me. Another obstacle passed, and security was done in ten minutes, fortunately without hassle. We almost trotted to the gate which was another 100 meters and one floor below. There was no one at the counter and our hopes were dashed as we assumed boarding was closed with only 15 minutes until takeoff. I then noticed the queue behind me and couldn’t believe it was for the same flight. We were advised that the delay in boarding was due to maintenance issues, but the real reason was the late arrival of a union minister who was due to board the same flight. I thanked him from a distance from the waiting shuttle as I spotted him, dressed in pristine white, boarding the plane.