Like synchronised swimmers. One, two, and the flood starts.

An hour before the flight and the flood begins. Even in priority boarding. “Gah they’re flocking” I think, as they jump up to join a queue that’s only forming because it is. Some sit in unison as well. They stand as one and sit as one on the ground, claiming their place.

And I can feel the tension too. I have to resist the urge to join them like a zombie’s girlfriend finally giving in and offering up my precious brain (or in my case, seat) to stand swaying with my zombie brethern, tired and listless but free from choice.

Happy finally.

Posted by Wordmobi