I’m looking forward to my trip to Morocco. Backpack on, meandering through the land on my own path. But first McDuff, the flight, or more precisely the queuing and embarkation.
Raspy voice on a metallic speaker.
“We are now boarding rows pushy through shovey and then we will board selfish, self-centred and bloody minded”
Yes, boarding! Everyone has a ticket. A seat no less. But up they queue shuffling, and then through the gate there off!!
Stand in the way, block the aisle. Gently swing laden cases past soft ears, unfortunate shoulders and sides of heads. For the bag is king, a jewel among swine, my bag, my bag, my bag. Me.
I love the process, truly I do and I can’t wait;-)