That has to have been the longest journey known to man! Every single person in the airport seemed to be moving at the pace of a snail. And I seemed to get stuck behind them all! I was desperate to speed walk through the airport the second I got in there, check in and get to my gate. But oh no!
People everywhere seemed to be on a mission to get in my way, hit me with their bags or run over my feet with their f*****g luggage trolleys.
I mean, come on, how hard is it to steer one of them damn things and not run over somebody's feet? Or at least have the common decency to apologise afterwards. By the time I had eventually checked in and got to my gate, I was beyond flustered and pissed off.
So to then see there was at least an hour delay on the flight due to a storm just about tipped me
