Sometimes things can go so wrong... You come running towards the check-in counter, and hope the person sitting there is full of empathy. I've done this twice before, ended up missing the planes, so I know the game! But this time, we were so late that the counter was completely empty. We - being my younger brother and I. He came with me to Paris.
So... we ended up paying heaps to get back the day after, staying in some crap airport hotel, and having to call and cancel all my appointments for the following day.
Lesson learnt? To have plenty of time!! Does anyone have some spare time to lend me???
My brother hanging in the airport
iPhone photos by Christina Skreiberg
