And I admit I completely agreed with Carmen. This had been a day of lines:
They had a short line to get into breakfast, ahort-but a line.
Then there was the line to get off the ship, down the walkway, through passport control = lines x3
The taxi line. This line wasn’t short.
The line to check in
The line to drop off luggage
The security line
The automated passport line (please note, this particular machine was not happy with me)
The line to the gate desk
The line to get on the bus
The line to get on the plane
The line to get OFF the plane in Southampton.
The line at Immigration. I was early, Carmen, Stu were not. I had the luggage on a cart and had been waiting. Their trainee too a while.
The line for cabs was gone. So were the cabs. We waited for a cab. Don’t take cab 84 from Southampton Airport. He was more concerned about his new cab than customer service. Seriously, I had to put my backpack in the rear area because it might damage his cab! Wonder why he didn’t want us to take off our shoes!
But in anycase we made Southampton.
