The next decade....what's in store?

Stress, stress, stress

I tell you, yesterday I wondered how I didn't die of a heart attack or stroke in the Barbados airport....

The plane from 'Hingland' was late. Instead of arriving at 2:40pm, it landed at 3:45. I was seated in row 38C. That is at the back of the plane. Nope, they didn't deplane through the rear doors. My onward connection was at 5:00pm.

Breezed through immigration, and then, because dem haffi scan luggage, many minutes passed and nothing don't come off the carousel! I talk to an agent in the baggage hall, explain my plight, and he (and she) suggested that I go to Liat. This I did, the kind lady was very kind to check me in and told me to go back for my bags.

Back in the baggage hall, the first suitcase comes. Then I wait, and wait, and wait. And during the wait, something awful happened to me that would be too gory to post on here. I felt like I was going to break down when I felt it coming. But I held my composure, ran like crazy to the LIAT counter. There, I had to explain gory details to check-in lady who told me not to dilly-dally when she saw me rummaging in one suitcase for stuff.

Then I had to run to gate 9, beg a male agent for 2 minutes to do the bizniz, and while doing di bizniz, had a female agent come in and told me to hurry up! She lucky I didn't scream at her, because I was mortified at what I was experiencing. When I appeared, a little bit calmer but still obviously bothered by what had just occurred, the first male agent walked with me to the plane, I apologized to him but said it was necessary, and then told him he should be grateful he wasn't a woman. He was so empathetic. I was grateful.

Then I got on the plane, and saw a guy who I knew. He sensed that my stress levels were up, heck...I was sweating like a pig! So he did the nice thing and fanned me, and just let me be....asking if I was ok every couple of minutes.

Gosh. But I thought afterwards, that it was a good thing that the Hingland plane was late, or else the episode would have taken place on the likkle plane. That would NOT have been pretty I can tell you. Stress. Stress.

Yamfoot....seriously thinking about the knife after yesterday.

Posted by yamfoot at June 4, 2007 07:14 AM