No, no, good readers, today’s post has nothing to do with the recent events in Egypt. (Remember, we’re not an overly political blog.)
This post is about airport lines. More specifically, it’s about the boarding process. All the excitement, anticipation and eagerness of going somewhere new, somewhere different, somewhere exotic builds to a crescendo as we show the airline staff our passports and boarding passes for the final time and step onto the loading runway …
Almost assuredly, this excitement is crushed as soon as we get beyond view of the terminal gates, and see the line of the 80 or so people waiting in the queue ahead of us to board the same plane.
Why do I always fall for this embarkation trickery, building up a false sense of “We’re leaving!”?
So true. I think I become far more anxious standing there waiting to actually board the plane than I do at any other part of the flying process.
Airlines are the masters of managing and crushing our expectations. They know our travel hopes — dare I suggest that they use, abuse and crush these hopes at their discretion. I am saddened by this.
(Ok, a bit overly melodramatic, but I thought it worked well for effect …)