Banana-man flew in for his winter get-away.
“Hey, I’m at the Airport, sitting at Starbucks.” He phoned Car-man and said. I was so pleased that he’d used his cell phone and called.
We pull up, I hop out and head straight in…
… no Starbucks.
So I carefully check the ‘other’ coffee place – nothing.
I head downstairs to the luggage floor – nothing. No coffee shop, no Banana-man. Curious, I head back upstairs, and recheck the main floor. Still nothing. So, I stop a person and ask, “Do you know where the Starbucks is?”
“It’s in the other Terminal.”
“Thanks.” And, I head back out to the car park, and tell Car-man.
Car-man shakes his head, “No, that can’t be right, he said he was in this Terminal, sitting at Starbucks.”
I suggest he go looking…
As it turns out, Banana-man WAS at this Terminal, and he WAS sitting at Starbucks – But on the Passengers-Only, side of Security.
Car-man banged on the super-thick, stop-a-tank, security glass to get his attention, but Banana-man didn’t hear.
Car-man waved like a crazy person, but Banana-man didn’t see.
Security did – and they promptly showed up at Car-man’s side, very serious, ready for trouble. “Is there a problem, Sir?” They sternly asked.
“Yeah, see that old man with the hat on, sitting at Starbucks? We’re here to pick him up.” Just as Car-man explained that, Banana-man got tired of waiting, stood up, grabbed his walking stick, and headed back to the plane gates.
Car-man erupted into another frenzy of knocking and waving – totally unsuccessful.
The Security Staff said, “We’ll get him, you stay here.” Car-man warned them, “He needs hearing aids, but refuses to wear them.” Off they went.
It took a while; Banana-man could hear them calling, but ignored them because “they couldn’t possibly be yelling for me…”
It was an amusing start to his vacation; even the Security Staff were all smiles and chuckles as they slowly escorted him to Car-man.
“Sometimes, it’s good being old,” Banana-man said in the car on the way home, “People are so nice to you.”