That sage who said it’s better to travel hopefully than to arrive, Robert thought, had never visited an airport. There comes a point where you can’t manage another sushi portion, another trip round duty free. Where it becomes problematic to stop yourself smacking the doting parent beside you who won’t control their children. Patience of Job or what?
He reached the end of his book and wondered about starting the next. Surely, they’d be boarding soon!
At last! The mannequin behind the desk tapped the microphone. Robert gathered his bag.
“We regret the delay to your flight. Plane’s gone technical.”