Karma and I have a talent.

One that we haven’t seen fit too cultivate, it just seems to be hard wired to deploy any time we get into an airline check-in queue.

Follow up:

If there is ONE person within the terminal that will have some kind of problem, they will invariably find themselves situated in front of us. Usually immediately in front. So that even if the line is a long is one, and even if that line is moving with relative efficiency, the guy in front of us will have a problem. It’s never a small problem either. Not a problem that will involve a couple of key strokes and a bit of smiling, oh no. It will be a problem that can only be solved by calling a supervisor in. The supervisor will of course be attending to something else, and because our man in front only mentions such a problem part way into the booking procedure, the check-in-counter-person is usually reluctant to want to close the transaction.

So we all wait.

While line B zooms by, no doubt grabbing at all the really good seats in cattle class.. Yes I am aware that this is a fine example of ‘grass is always greener’ but cattle class is so cramped that I, being of a larger frame (that term includes anyone over 5’10”), spend most trips with a niggling feeling that the seat I missed out on is in fact the MOST comfortable seat on the plane.

And someone else is sitting in it. Someone who is inexplicably less deserving than yours most upstandingly.

I hear our hero mutter “This has happened before and it really wasn’t that much of a problem…”

Check-in-dude - “I have to wait for the manager”

Which we do… for what seems like an hour (and 30 seat allocations that are soooo going to be better than our own). Really though, it was maybe 5 minutes.. tops.

The manager arrived, looked at the screen, didn’t say anything more than “hello” to him-who-needs-to-sort-his-crap-out-before-fronting-at-checkin, had what appeared to be a short but brief interaction with the keyboard, and that was that.

Thankfully our check-in process was far less complicated:

• Front up,
• show passport,
• show ticket,
• throw packs onto weighing-belt-thing…

… and that’s it.

We were on our way… adventures don’t feel like they begin until your bags are checked.

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