Thursday, April 30, 2009
D'Anger
We were trying to reach India via Heathrow: we were guided onto a curious, prolonged series of shuttle buses that hurtled us from one corner of Terminal 5 to another for no time-saving purpose that we could identify.
During the third shuttle excursion, when my fury increased and I began to think we ought to be arriving in India shortly instead of careening around the airport towards yet another bus, I observed a small sign above the window.
"BREAK GLASS IN CASE OF DANGER."
The letter D was appropriately faint, perhaps rubbed by a frustrated hand to suggest we were not the first victims to pass that way.
D'Anger, certainly.
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4 comments:
The musketeer that dares not speak his name.
ArtSparker, a great comment. We'll have to come up with a name for him! The Lone Writer, perhaps.
i think heathrow promotes a special kind of d'anger that's perhaps akin to madness...it's how they designed it. to suck all of the happiness out of the universe.
Julie, you can say that again. What a place of horrors. I avoid that airport if I can. But it isn't always possible, sadly.
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