O TENNENBAUM

I´ currently waiting in Franfurt Airport for my delayed flight.  We were already rerrouted to Liepzig on the way here while Frankfurt was shut down.  Now that I´m here, the only word to describe it is clusterfuck.  Everyone´s stressed, noone knows what to do or where to go, and I´m finding it to be an amazing social experiment.  Me, I listen to music while waiting in lines that go on forever and might not be the right line anyways, and this keeps me calm.  Then there are those who you can tell are stressed, but have acknowledged that the situation is out of their control, and are satisfied to occasionally shake their heads and sigh.  then there are those that feel they  are in some special scenario and deserve special treatment and have decided that speaking loudly and gesturing is the best way to get it.
There does seem to be a certain undisputed etiquette, mostly concering babies.  If you want special treatment at a hectic airport, grab a kid, stick him in a stroller, and watch the seas of people part before you and the near-murderous faces of airport staff brighten as they open a previoiusly unseen door and guide you through.  Babies is the way to go.  Me, I listen to music.

The only real casualty of my trip thus far is since I was late getting to Franfurt, I was unable to check the duty free items which I had purchased in Tel Aviv.  This meant they were confiscated and thrown out at my next security check.  The officer seeemed genuinely apologetic, knowing she was making a tense situation worse, but I´m not one to blame those who have as little control of the situation as myself.  More than the wasted money, which was by no means a fortune,  these gifts were for my Aunt and Uncle on my mother´s side, who are notoriously difficult to shop for, and I really thought I had gotten them something dandy.  Now the quesetion that plagues my mind, as I spend time blogging and not flying due to the delays, is whether or not I would have had time to check those forsaken goods, so that they might one day bring Christmas joy to picky foodies everywhere.  I guess we´ll never know.

The next plague ridden question is whether or not I have time for a beer or five before my flight. 
And with that, a very happy holidays to all, and the next time your stuck in an airport and want to throttle the next person that calls you sir, you can always cheer up by finding a smiling baby... then stay close and look like family.

Cheers,
Dony

PS (TheDonyShow accepts no liabilty for typeos or spelling mistakes, because german keyboards are wierd)