I woke up extremely irritated. I hate it when it happens, and it normally happens when I have to get up early. I slept awfully all night, I think the stress of changing the country, language, all surrounding and people resulted in that I was paranoid to miss the flight to Norway, first time in my life.
So, irritated, I left the apartment, irritatedly kicking the infamous pink dirty suitcase and headed to Plaza España to look for the airport bus.
Now, the previous evening, being paranoid to miss the flight, I carefully studied the airport bus website, admiring how neatly its done, and how comprehensible is all the information. I located where the bus stops, and double checked with Liga, who is the sensible clever one, – that I am not missing anything, and the bus really stops where I think it stops. She confirmed.
So, irritated as I already was, I came to Plaza España and waited for the airport bus to come. But it didn’t come. Instead, there were several airport buses stopping in the complete opposite side than it was shown on the drawing. Growling, I headed there, and yes, the airport bus did go from a COMPLETELY different place.
Needless to say, I got only more irritated.
Then, on the bus, there were several Dutch women, chatting actively. Fy fan, who is talking so loud and actually talking in the mornings?? Mornings are the quiet times. Especially mornings with no coffee.
Then, waited in the queue for coffee, sales people here don’t move quick at all, and then finally connected my dongle for some Internet, and there was an annoying Spanish chick tossing on her seat near me so rapidly, that she almost kicked the dongle out of the USB port several times. And I was ready to kick her back.
Now i am on the plane, and I would love to sleep, but freaking AirBerlin turned on the air conditioning to -20 C, so thank you, AirBerlin, for this wake up call! I will stay awake and aware for more trouble.
OK, I am done with my five minutes of hate.