It could have been a very quiet and relaxing flight.

But it wasn’t.

The relax ended before i even entered the plane.

Once again, the lack of IQ of airport employees makes me wonder if they were recruited in a  junkyard.

Anyway, on with the whine:

Metal detectors. As long as i’m not in Heathrow (they’re a bit above careful, they’re anal) , i really don’t care about this stage of every travel. It just takes a bit, but it’s no big deal.

 Except if you have MS and you’re travelling from Portugal.

 I showed the syringes and all my paperwork to this little woman, and i (still calmly) explained to her what it was.

 Apparently, she was analphabet, because she looked at all my papers like the kids do with cartoons, and then she asked me everything that she (supposedly) had just finished reading.

 I can safely say she never saw Rebif and has no fucking clue about MS. 

 I can almost safely say that she thinks MS is something contagious.

 The fucking whore looked at me with contempt. I swear.

 But the whining from Day 1 isn’t over.

 After I had to reinsert the needles in the small container by myself (the bitch took them out, but couldn’t put them back in), I 

crossed the detector to reassemble my stuff.

But my laptop, instead of being near the other stuff, was on top of the “control panel” from one of the guys who check the X-rays.

I looked at him for something like 30 seconds, while assembling, hoping he would tell me something.

Suddenly, another guy came, grabbed my laptop, and went away.

Noone told me anything. I just thought they were doing some examination (like i have already seen in Berlin, and i know the USA do it too).

After some long and boring 3 minutes, the aforementioned whore asked me if i had everything (as i was standing there looking lost).

I said someone took my laptop somewhere, and noone told me why.

She just said with a smily face “oh it’s yours? it was there for so long, my colleagues took it away”.

I snapped. Completely.

“Listen, it’s bad enough to carry injections around and having people inquiring me as if MS was leprosy.

YOU retained me on the other side, asking questions to which the answers are in the papers i gave you to read.

If YOU send my laptop to the X-Ray, YOU should tell your colleagues why are you delaying me.

YOU delayed me, YOU didn’t take care of my assets.“

She started to apologise.

I got pissed, i didn’t even listen to what she said while i kicked my trolley (yeah, literally) away from there.

I took a while to cool off.