Getting lost at the Dallas airport
Charlie Parrott
I was just about eight when my family was flying to meet some family and we had a connecting flight at the Dallas airport. Me, my mother, and my sister were all walking to our gate, when we decided to just take the shuttle. I got on first and the doors closed right after i got on, before my mother or sister could. Now me, being not very smart did not think of just getting off at the next stop, instead I rode it for a few minutes before I got the courage to get off and talk to a airport staff member, who called my mother over the intercom and she came and picked me up, and it was all good.
No comments:
Post a Comment