FRUSTRATION AT THE AIRPORT
I had never been so anxious in my life. I had just spent the last three endless hours trying to get to the airport so that i could travel home. Now, as i watched the bus driver set my luggage on the airport sidewalk, i realized my frustration had only just begun.
This was my first visit to the international section of the airport, and nothing was familiar. I couldn'tmake sense of the signs. Where was the ticket counter? wHERE should i take my luggage? I had no idea where the customs line was. I beganto panic. What time was it! wHERE was my airplane? I had to find help because i couldn't be late!
I tried to ask a passing businessman for help, but all my words came out wrong. He just scowled and walked away.What had happened? I had been in this country for a whole semester, and i could not even remember hom to ask for directions. This was awful! Another bus arrived at the terminal, and the passengers came out carrying all sorts of luggage. Here was my chance! I could follow them to the right place and i wouldn't have to say a word to them.
I dragged my enormous suitcase behind me and followed the group. We finally got to the elevators. Oh, no!They al fit in, but there was not enough room for me. I watched in despair as the elevator doors closed. I had no idea what to do next. I got on the elevator when it returned and gazed at all the buttons. Which one would it be? I pressed button3. The elevator slowly climbed up to the third floor and jerk to a stop. A high squeaking noise annouced the opening of the doors and i look around timidly.
Tears formed in my eyes as i saw the deserted lobby and realized that i would miss my airplane. Just then, an old airport employee shuffled around the corner. He saw that i was lost and asked if he could help. He gave me his handkerchief to dry my eyes as i related my predicament. He smiled kindly, took me by the hand, and led me down a long hallway. We walked up some stairs, turned a...
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