I was uncomfortable the whole ride home from London Heathrow to Newark, NJ, bothered for 7+ hours. Those of you who know Heathrow Terminal 2, know it is a long walk through escalators down & up (very steep I may add) + and moving walkways.
An old lady bumped in to me on the down escalator. So hard that I reached for my pocketbook instinctively wondering why this woman stood so close to me when there was no one else around. She was an older Indian woman, maybe in her 70s, and shoved her boarding pass in my face and said help me (or something like that).
She was on an Air Canada flight from Heathrow to Toronto. The words and boarding information were so small and close together it took me the whole ride down to decipher her info. She was to leave from gate B31 (or something like that) at 8:15. Only problem was it was 8:20 with still a far walk to go. I motioned that she was going the right way but pointed at my watch and panto-mined "walk fast". She had a heavy duffel bag and look aggravated. We found one of those guys in the cart and I asked him to give her a ride but he pointed ahead and said just keep walking. I kick myself at not shouting at that guy and insisting he take her. I saw another cart going the wrong way and wished I had flagged him down too.
I motioned her ahead and she kept walking but went right instead of left as we got off the up escalator. As she walked I heard them announce "final boarding call for flight XXX to Toronto. I'm sure she missed her flight and felt bad. What ever happened to her? Did she catch the next flight? Was it close by? Did she have to wait a long time? How did she contact her family? I hope she made it to Toronto. Made me wonder all the other chance meetings I've had. What ever happened to all these people?
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