Landing..

This one had. Me I was just about to get on a plane in Glasgow, in the pouring rain, to fly down to Bristol for a course.
I usually like flying, but sometimes it's a nuisance. Car to airport parking, bus to airport, , attempt to squeeze as much as possible in suitcase before checking in, check bag in, realise you've left magazine/glasses/medication, (delete as appropriate) in suitcase and you will have to do without for a few hours. Through to security, remove all layers of coats that you couldn't fit in the suitcase, remove shoes, (worry that you may have hole in toe/odd socks/smelly feet, (delete as appropritate), remove belt, worry that trousers will fall down revealing grey knickers/cellulite/that wobbly bit above your waistband that you normally tuck in your jeans, (delete as appropriate), be subjected to the kind of scrutiny normally reserved for convicts in line for shower time, collect belongings trying to avaid the gaze of all security staff to avoid arousing suspicion that you are, in fact, a wine-drinking loose woman and likely to raid the in-flight bar before hijacking a plane, replace all afore mentioned items of clothing, and make a hasty exit to the Tax Free shopping area trying very hard not to be seduced by the sparkly perfumes and bottles of wine, because you realise that your card will most likely be declined as pay-day isn't until tomorrow. Wait for an hour, pass the time passenger spotting whilst trying to do the Sudoku in the free paper, stumble into an orderly queue when they call the flight for boarding, then stand there for at least 20 mins, watching in dismay as the baggage handlers carefully drop a number of bags into a HUGE puddle airside, before attempting target practice with them throwing the offending bags onto the plane, sometimes successfully!
Have a huge moment of panic when you think that you saw your bag being dropped, and realising that there is about £1000 worth of surgical equipment in the case and you aren't sure if it's insured.
Heave a huge sigh of relief when you realise it wasn't your bag, and yes the kit is insured. Make a mental note to pack better and request special handling on the return journey.
Finally board the flight, in the pouring rain, and sit with your knees firmly wedged into the back of the person in front for 50 minutes, wondering if cattle on the way to market can have minimum amounts of room, why can't airline passengers, and why all airline seats seem to be made for midgets.
Finally arrive, (thankfully bag first on carousel and intact!) and set off to collect the hire car, knowing full well that you have 1) got to do it all again in 48hrs time, and 2) you've just paid about a week's salary for the privilege ...............