It all starts at check in when they ask the same stupid questions that they've asked for years.
"Did you pack these bags yourself?" never stopped Al Qaeda. I understand that they tick a box, but they're just annoying.
Then there's also always those people that have a 22kg case and spend forever at check-in finding items that collectively weigh 2kg to go into their hand luggage. Sort it out at home next time people!
You eventually get to security and you end up all in a fluster again. I found out yesterday that this is twice as bad with a baby! Apparently it's necessary to remove the baby from their pushchair (do the people who make these rules know how long it takes to get my child to nap?!) and flatten the pushchair so it can be scanned. Fair enough I suppose, just very stressful!!
Anyway, that bag that you so carefully packed earlier now needs to be unpacked in a hurry. Laptops, iPads and mobiles need to be taken out and placed separately. As does baby food and drinks. Shoes, belts, jackets and coats must be removed and the sunglasses on top of your head also need to be placed into a tray. So basically you are half naked, scanning an empty bag while the contents of said bag and your clothes go through in a separate tray. You then walk through the scanner and what do you know...the metal in your underwired bra sets off the alarm! Gets me every time.
The thing that irritates me most about flying is the amount of time spent in a queue! The English LOVE a queue. Despite the fact that we all have an allocated seat on the aeroplane, as soon as the flight is announced, the crazy queuing people rush forward to claim their place at the front. They then end up standing in a bore off queue for a good half an hour while us sensible folk continue to sip our coffees in peace and just join the end of the queue when it starts moving. I actually enjoyed being one of those irritatingly smug parents who just skips the whole queue because I have a child under 5....take that crazy queue lovers!
Now I know that I probably wasn't an ideal candidate to sit next to on our flight yesterday due to the little human strapped to my lap and the potential for screaming, sick and seat-kicking. But trust me, there are way worse options! The lady next to us was properly crazy. Why is it that some people don't get social cues? We were singing nursery rhymes to Henry to keep him amused and she still kept harping on about her sandwich that she'd dropped down the side of the chair or pondering on why she couldn't see the sea from our side of the plane (not rocket science). We weren't encouraging the conversation one bit but she kept on going. Crazy lady. To be fair she could have been much worse....I could write a whole blog post on crazies on aeroplanes.
Anyway we've arrived safely and on a completely separate note, Southend airport is totally fab. Small, easy to navigate and all shiny and new. Couldn't recommend it enough. The angel baby also lived up to his name and was perfect for the entire flight...good times!
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