I returned from Barbados last night….I missed the pilots’ strike but got caught up in the back log of passengers.
I trotted up to the airport in time to catch the 12 .50 to Grenada and Trinidad, in fact I checked in really early in case things were still pear shaped with Liat and refrained from any comment when I saw the challenging look in the check in clerk’s eyes. Are they still called “check in clerk” these days or are they called something else? I can’t keep up with PC names. What they ain’t called is courteous. Ominously there were no Liat Superior Girls around just one Mr Jekyll. Too intimidated to say a word I proceeded to the departure lounge and went to get some coffee and something to eat….bad mistake, (apart from the awful food).
As I was about to receive my white styrofoam box of junk food which I had paid for, I heard my name being called over the tannoy! Now I don’t know about you but I panic when I hear my name over a tannoy system. I took off chased by a junk food dispenser person waving a styrofoam box and a styrofoam cup in the air…..I managed to out pace her and arrived at gate 9a convinced I had misread my itinerary. But no, a Liat Superior Person had decided to put me on what in all likelihood was the last flight to Grenada. At least she saved me from severe indigestion!
The dash 8 has open seating and suffering as I do from claustrophobia, I have to sit near the front of the plane to avoid making a complete idiot of myself. The secret is to be first at the gate and then sprint to the plane when allowed out the door. In this way I avoid having to announce my defect to Liat Superior Persons and numerous small islanders. Continue reading
