Even after decades of air travel, it never failed to piss him off: the baggage reclaim. The queue for trolleys, jostling for position at the conveyor. “How long do you need to get a few suitcases off a plane?” Joe grumbled to himself.
“Excuse me, can you give me change?” said a small man. He held out a bank note towards Joe, who put down his briefcase and began fumbling impatiently in his wallet. “There you are”, he grunted.
“Thanks a lot”, replied the man, disappearing among the passengers.
“Where the hell?” gasped Joe, looking around desperately for his briefcase.
“Excuse me, can you give me change?” said a small man. He held out a bank note towards Joe, who put down his briefcase and began fumbling impatiently in his wallet. “There you are”, he grunted.
“Thanks a lot”, replied the man, disappearing among the passengers.
“Where the hell?” gasped Joe, looking around desperately for his briefcase.
