around and go back to the hotel and sleep for a week.
I am not in the mood for this shit.
I hear the man turn and complain to the people behind him, and I roll my eyes. Why are people so damn rude?
For ten minutes I listen to him bitch, sigh and moan until I can take it no longer. I turn to him “They are working as fast as they can. There’s no need to be rude,” I snap.
“What” he yells as he turns his anger on me.
“Manners are free,” I mutter under my breath.
“Manners are free?” he cries. “What are you, a school teacher? Or just a raving bitch?”
I glare at him. Oh I dare alright. I’ve just spent the last forty-eight hours in hell. I flew across the world to go to a wedding, only to watch my ex-boyfriend drape himself across his new girlfriend. I’m in the mood to cut somebody today.
Don’t mess with me.
I turn back to the front as my fury begins to boil.
He kicks my suitcase at me feet, and I turn. “Stop it” I snap.
He gets right up in my face, and I wince at the smell of his breath. “I’ll do whatever I fucking like.”
I see security come through the lounge as they watch him. The staff have seen what’s going on here and called for back up. I fake a smile. “Please don’t kick my bag, sir,” I say sweetly.
“I’ll kick whatever I fucking like.” He picks up my suitcase and throws it across the airport.
“What the hell?” I screech.
“Hey,” the man behind us cries. “don’t touch her stuff. Security!” he says.
Mr. Drunk and Disorderly throws a punch at my savior, and a scuffle breaks out.
Security comes running in from everywhere, and I am pushed back as he throws punches and screams obscenities. Oh hell I do not need this today.
Eventually they get him under control, and he is taken away in handcuffs. The kind security guard picks up my bags. “Sorry about that,” he apologizes, “Come with me,” he says as he unhooks the rope on the line.
“Thank you.” I smile awkwardly at everyone else in the line. I hate jumping the queue, but
at this point I don’t care. “Great.” I sheepishly follow him, and he takes me to a young man’s counter. He looks up and smiles broadly “Hello.”
“Hi.”
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”
“Look after her.” the security guard tells the ticket man, and he gives us both a wink and disappears through the crowd.
“Identification please?” the man asks.
I scramble through my purse and dig out my passport and pass it over: he smiles as he looks at the photo. Oh man, that’s the worst photo in all of history. “Did you see me on Most Wanted?” I ask.
“Possibly. That photo: Is it even you?” he laughs.
I smile, embarrassed. “I hope not. I’m in trouble if it is.”
He types in my details. “Okay, so we have you flying to New York today with a...” He stops typing and reads.
“Uh-huh. Preferably not next to that man.”
“He won’t be going anywhere today,” he replies as he continues to type at a ridiculous speed. “Other than the lockup.”
“Why would you get drunk before coming to the airport?” I ask. “He hasn’t even been inside to the airport bars yet.”
“You would be surprised by what goes on around here,” he sighs.
I smile. This guy is nice.
He prints off my ticket. “I’ve upgraded you.”
“What?”
“First class, as an apology for him mishandling your bag.”
My eyes widen. “Oh, that’s not necessary...really,” I stammer.
He hands the tickets over and smile broadly. “Enjoy your flight.”
“Thank you so much,” I gush.
He gives me a wink, and I could just reach over and hug him. But of course I won’t. I’ll pretend that cool things like this happen to me every day.
“Thanks again.” I smile.
“You have access to the VIP lounge, which is located on level one. Lunch and drinks are on the house in there. Have a safe flight.” With one last smile, he looks back to the line. “Next, please.”
I walk through the baggage checks with a huge goofy grin on my face.
First class – just what the doctor ordered.
Three hours later, I walk onto the plane like a rock star. I didn’t end up going into the VIP lounge because, well...I look like crap. My long, dark hair is up in a ponytail, and I’m wearing black leggings, a baggy pink sweater, and tennis shoes, but I did fix my make up