The missed flight

Have you ever missed a flight? Arrived at the airport just a little too late and been turned away at the check in desk? Or, have you arrived at the desk as it closes and been shooed through security. Only to miss the flight anyway? Have you ever been through security with something (or things) in your bag that if discovered, would be a tad embarrassing?

We had only known each other for a couple of months when I asked him if he wanted to accompany me on a trip to France. The previous summer I had bought an apartment with some redundancy money and now I wanted to check it had survived the winter. This has become something of a routine now – open up in March, shut things up in October. But this was the first time. He said yes.

Often when we travel for just a few days, we take carry on luggage only. But I needed to take some things for the apartment and he, various lotions for his eczema. We didn’t know each other well, so didn’t consider sharing luggage as we would now. The south of France in March, in an apartment that had been shut up for months was chilly. We spent lots of time in bed getting to know each other (as well as sleeping). There was plenty of sex, but also time to sightsee and to shop. It was a short break, but it was fun. Only too soon though it was time to return home.

The flight was a little earlier than we would have liked, and with one thing and another (cleaning mainly), we left later than we should have. By the skin of our teeth we handed back the hire car at the airport car park and reached the check-in desk as it closed. The woman put my case through, but then decided it was time to close. She refused to take G’s case and told him to take it through security as hand luggage. He did as he was told, but of course there were lotions in the case. Lotions in containers that were larger than the allowed 100 ml.

We watched as the case passed along the conveyor belt, though the X-ray machine and out the other end. The security personnel looked at each other and gathered around the bench. They beckoned G over and opened the case.

These were some of the contents………………

Contents of the suitcase

Facing the prospect of having so much more than a tub of aqueous cream confiscated G asked if he could miss the flight. Not wanting to travel alone, I asked for my case to be unloaded. As the flight took off, we were hiring another car and rebooking our flight.

Later that day, we checked two pieces of luggage onto a flight at an airport about 50 miles away. No one asked to see inside and we collected them from the conveyor at the end of our journey.

The irony is: It was so cold in the apartment in France, that none of the toys had actually been used that trip!
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