A few years ago, I was taking a flight to Dubai . It was my first time air-travelling , so making sure I don’t mess it up, it was now entirely my responsibility.
On the day of the flight, I went to the airport, checked in my baggage, and was waiting in the long immigration queue,
There I was, right in the middle of that queue, bored to annoyance. I looked around, and noticed people filling up these little forms. “Strange, I don’t remember receiving any such form.”, I thought to myself.
Then it hit me.
Those little forms were found at a counter at the start of the queue, and my dumbass had forgotten to pick one up.
I had two options. Either try and get across airport immigration without the form, while risking getting no-fly listed, or cut through the line to get the form. As thrilling as it would’ve been to pick option one, I knew what I had to do.
Taking a deep breath, I turned around, and cut through hoards of people, who shot me daggers for doing something so audacious. Even the airport security guards were looking at me wondering what the fuck I was up to.
After getting out of the line I’d waited in for half an hour, I rushed to the counter, grabbed the form, and made my way back.
Now, getting out of a huge line was one thing, but cutting into the lines, in an airport of all places, is basically social suicide. The last person who did that was never seen or heard from again. However, I was not about to wait in that hellhole of a queue all over again.
I took another deep breath, and made my way through rows of passengers. I’m pretty sure people were this close to grabbing me by the hair and beating me up because of my antics.
Eventually, I made my way back to my spot in the line, red faced, and having pissed off more people than I can count on my fingers and toes.
As I was breathing a sigh of relief, I realised how much of a dumbass I had been when I saw that there was another counter right next to my place in line, with the exact same forms that I was missing all along.