When I got to the airport, they said I couldn't get on the plane because I was a minor, or 'under 16' which they had neglected to mention when I BOOKED the fecking ticket. I was in tears, and began to ask if they had any more tickets for the plane (I was allowed on if a family member came) there was ONE seat left. My mom bought it. Then, we headed to the check in thing only to find that the plane was three hours delayed.
My mom of course, didn't have her passport or anything, and had left her car in the short-term parking lot. She called a friend to pick up the car and called Finn and my Dad to get the essentials. They dashed to the airport with 10 t-shirts, passport, citizenship, shorts, meds, and a pair of undies. My mom was still in shock from actually buying the ticket, and could hardly believe she was actually going.
We waited around for three hours, unhelpful service ladies not even knowing when we were going to arrive in Glasgow, which was important, because I had a pre-booked connection flight to Dublin to catch. They finally said it was to land at 12:30, 30 minutes after my other plane was scheduled to leave. I asked them if they would do anythign, and the answer was a resounding 'no.' That's customer service for you!
The flight was fine, and we got a last minute ticket to Belfast (Northern Ireland.) Arrived in Belfast airport, and then got picked up by good ol' uncle Steve. Getting here was exhausting, but it's so beautiful. I just glanced out the window, and I can see the other end of the inlet we're in, the sea spreading out as if it goes on forever, the crashing wave, and 1234567898765432345678 shades of green
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