Flight

 There are people waiting at the bus stop in Landshut, the electronic noticeboard there says that the bus is due in three minutes. Settle down to wait, imagine that this was a bit of a lucky break. Then there are sounds of complaint from the others waiting, a mother starts to discuss walking to the next bus stop with her children. Look at the sign again, there are now two busses in front of the one that had been due next. There is a nearly palpable sensation of disapproval among those waiting at the stop. It is too late now to start walking, and also the bags are too heavy to even contemplate that. Bus No. 4 arrives, and lets out it's passengers. That bus is no good, the route that it takes will take a vicious circuit all around Landshut West before it gets to the railway station.

Wait for the next bus, a bus number two. And eventually, it does arrive. The driver is unpleasant, fidgety slow and stupid. It is not surprising that the bus was late. He drives badly, anybody with the misfortune to be standing is thrown all over the place. People try to be polite, but the man hits the brakes and heaves the bus around the corners like a kid in the fairground driving the bumper cars.

At the station, a bunch of children block the exit. Tell them to please step aside. They look, and stay were they are. Push them aside and get out. 

After all of that the train is five minutes late. It all fits together.

Leaving the train at Munich Airport, scratch the back of the hand upon a post. Go upstairs, and there is a Christmas market set up in the way, stalls of people selling wooden toys and sugary nonsense. Find a way through all of this and end up in a large hallway. Speed bag drop on the left for business class only bored looking information desk on the righ and ahead the security check in: But not for bags, go back and eventually find the check in for bags economy class. There is a man there first question is "how are you" answer is miserable, he looks down and there is trail of bloody spots on the ground showing the path. The spot on the back of the hand has started to bleed in a serious fashion. The man waves on quickly. The man at the counter nearly faints at the sight of all the blood, breathing fast he does the check in routine and then he leads his customer to the first aid section.

A woman attaches a plaster and then another plaster.

The bleeding stops.

Later on, an endless search for the departure area after a search of the bags by an efficient young woman looking for explosives search the place for the departure gate.

The gate is to be found under H, and further information is not available. There are over forty gates spread out on an endless corridor and no information board saying which one is for flight 2518 to Dublin.

In the end, a woman at an information desk has the information, which she shares in a broken and impatient German.

How can people be so stupid and get lost in airports. It is too bad really. These thoughts are almost visible in her demeanour.