Runnin' around

That's how it's been today and hence no super creation on here. Not that I could ever be accused of being creative or super.

It all seems a little quiet at the moment anyway and I feel like some of my best things could be wasted at the moment.

Car park charges
Anyway, I've got an exciting excursion to go on shortly: picking people up from the airport. Bearing in mind the flight is due in at 11.20pm, you'll watch its progress on the internet up to 20 minutes before it's due to land - no delays, everything going to plan - so you set off and pootle to the airport: find car park, gasp in shock and horror at the charges (first 20 minutes free then you can book an appointment with the mortgage advisor if it looks like you'll be staying more than an hour and a half), park up, wander into terminal building, hover under information point.

It's then that you see that the flight has mysteriously encountered a delay on approach to landing and it won't be touching down for another half an hour. So you're stood around, waiting and watching all the others who are there to pick up loved ones, the odd taxi driver hovers with their bit of card, displaying the name of passenger this or that. You keep glancing at the information board, checking the cash in your pocket and cursing your lack of foresight in not bringing your cash card to pay for the parking.

The people congregate where the passengers leave passport control. The door swings open, gasps of anticipation, more trolleys being brought through and alas no sign of a passenger. When they start to drift through, burnt to a crisp, wearing their holiday clothes in sub-zero Mancunian temperatures, you check their luggage tickets: are these from the same flight? Nope.

Always the last ones out, ALWAYS the last out. No reason for this, they're just S-L-O-W.

"Hello"

"Hi, nice holiday, good flight? A bit of a delay at the end there??"

"Yes, somebody faked an asthma attack so they could get off the plane before everybody else. We had to wait for them to find their bags before we could taxi to the gate. And the then there were no trolleys because some numpty had brought them all back out here for some reason. Do you want a coffee, something to eat?"

"It's 1am, I'm up for work in the morning, I'm tired, I can't afford the parking as it is. I WANT TO GO HOME! NOW!"

Fucking airports. Brings out the worst in people.

Gotta fly! Plane's due in in ten minutes and i'm about 20 minutes away from the airport!