“Unbelievable,” she said.
I saw those bright red pants pacing back and forth through the lobby.
“Do you work here? Do you work here? Do you WORK here?” she said, to everyone in uniform, accosting them if they gave her any time of day at all. “I need help for my friend, she’s in a wheelchair.”
Later, the flight arrived, and an employee wheeled the woman’s friend down to the baggage claim.
Pants hugged and kissed her friend. They headed out the door.
Meanwhile, I’m still waiting for my luggage. We all have baggage, you know.