As usual arrival at the Departure Terminal has many pressure points. Since we are in Business Class we sidestep the long check- in queue even though we did not respond to more than one email from Qatar suggesting we check- in online. We wanted the "fast track" tickets through security and customs.
Nevertheless there was a short wait at the counter while a disabled lad and his aides checked in, and two senior citizens fiddled with their checked luggage before farewelling it.
More unexpected on the security line was a special security officer who pushed my stuff back while she dumped a what seemed an endless quantity of quilts and shawls from what seemed to be an Indian grandma and her restless grandchild, and dealt with the large quantity of bangles etc. Several metres of stuff separated me from my precious iPad, but Wendy was able to wave it to me from the other side of exam line.
More recent travellers than us will be aware that there is now a whole body scanner that momentarily ensconces one. "Put your feet on the yellow marks!" At least we aren't asked to "assume the position".
One hysterical child and two green cards later (surely there must be some better digital way) we are settled in the Air New Zealand comfort zone, with tea to assuage the ordeal.
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
The Madding Crowd
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