We will not talk about getting back on Monday (Warsaw? Lovely airport, poor signage. I don’t read Polish which is really my issue not theirs) but trying to find the “transfer area” turned out to be a challenge. Even more so since there were only 2 dudes manning security (why we had another check I had no clue) and there were only two of us going through. Took all of about 20 seconds, most of which was tied up with the guy ahead of me who was arguing about taking off his belt. With good reason as it turned out. His pants were just not going to stay up without major assistance.
I made it to Frankfurt and so did my luggage (even more impressive when we wound up with only 25 minutes between flights).
Aside -it is really interesting to watch people get off an airplane. Some do it neatly, some manage to damage everyone around them with heavy articles in the overhead bin (hey, wait a minute! Is that my excuse for not doing anything yesterday?). And finally, there are those who manage to get their luggage jammed in and can’t get it out. Now if you are a basketball player you might just have some leverage, but if you are this little dude several inches shorter than me, there is no way that you are going to unhook that bag which I can see is caught on the upper side.
If you are a guy, you are also not going to listen to anyone around you.
Not being completely stupid and having a connecting flight to catch, I cut through the center section which had emptied out a while ago and went up the far isle to the door. Looking back as I exited, he was still trying to get the suitcase out of the upper storage bin. Wonder if he ever accepted help or if he could wind up like Charlie on the MTA?
Van home and I crashed.