Where should I start.... We were passing the last business class section ... and then the first coach section ... and that's when jason informed me he did not have status on this airline. We were the last seat in the very back of the plane, and when the plane was late, we were the last people to get off. We had the pilots right behind us. But don't worry, we were not in a hurry or anything. How could we be? We were not transferring airlines, let alone terminals. Surely, they would have all this figured out... Right?
Even as we arrived at the back of the long line at customs, the gate agent reassured us that we would be just fine. We laughed, joked, noted the different languages around us and just soaked it all in... We should have been stretching.
Then, the customs agent said we would miss our flight, and Jason bolted, only stopping to check the board to see that our gate was the very last gate in the airport... And to see that our flight was on the final call. Jason took off and cleared the way for me. It was a tough job, pushing aside senior citizens and toddlers. It must have really taken it out of him.
Then, Jared got smart and cut a corner. I lost him and doubled back. On this "faster" route, Jared realized that he had not zipped up his bag after customs. Luckily, by the time I found him, he had collected his stuff and we were back on the sprint.
As we make it to the gate just in time, one gate agent asks for our tickets and the other asks us our last name. In unison, we say, "The Harp brothers" and let the doors close behind us.
Can't wait for the flight to Munich - it's better to start a long flight sweating, right?
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