These are stories that would fit into any heartfelt movie, but they actually happened. Airport employees, although occasionally disgruntled, get to witness families and friends saying some heartfelt goodbyes that will restore your faith in the human experience.
35. Flying Commuters Are Sappy Too
My husband still works as a ramp/fleet service agent, but I quit in 1993. Back in 2011 it was either transfer or be furloughed for him. Because we had three kids in high school and the economy was bad, we didn’t trust that the airlines would still be flying in a year, so we elected that I would stay at home with the kids. Married for 31 years at the time, and never spent a night apart, except for short work trips, it was devastating. I drove with him to his new station, and as I got back on the flight to head home, I remember very nearly sobbing as I got on the plane and I tearfully asked the gate agent–who had no clue who either one of us was, to take care of him. What a sap! Seven years and hundreds of flight commutes later we have been in the same city now for four years, but what a horrible time that was!
34. When Family Just Makes The Goodbye Messier
This actually happened with my own family. We were at the airport seeing my dad off who was heading to London to visit family. The rest of us had work and school and weren’t able to join him. Anyway, my younger sister had been quite sick with the stomach flu the previous week and was sitting further away from us to avoid getting my dad sick as best she could as he left for vacation.
A few minutes later, as I’m sitting by my dad and his group has been called to board, my sister walks over to us. She’s walking a little strange but approaches my dad and I. As soon as she opens her mouth, a waterfall of vomit splashes all over my dad’s face, head, chest, you name it. Poor dad was absolutely soaked in vomit, and the plane was taking off in 20 minutes for a 10-hour journey. My dad had to rush to the bathroom to clean up as best he could while everyone in the airport seemed to freeze over what they had just witnessed. A nice gentleman nearby offered my dad a shirt he had in his carry-on, but there’s nothing quite like sitting on a plane having been vomited on by a sick child for 10 hours.
Sad in a different way, but nevertheless, sad for my dad. No doubt the people sitting anywhere near him on the plane.