Well, certainly an adventure, to be sure. Adam and Tasha graciously took us to the airport that morning. Our plane was delayed into Frankfurt, so we landed just about as our connecting flight was supposed to take off. Geniuses decided that everyone should go through security again when you change planes, so we booked it across two entire sections of the airport, and even took a train as part of it (note to self: try to never fly through Frankfurt again, nothing good ever happens there). We booked it until we got to the security line....HUGE! and there were not very many security guards/passport checkers. So, one of the men we were connecting with asked someone to butt in line due to our boarding time (the whole time the airport listed the same take off time). We were refused. Then, some other people started cutting in line, so our friend tried again. Victory!
Well, one gentleman in line did not like this. He started raising a rukus (sp?) and came over ranting and raving about cutting (meanwhile he had over an hour before his plane even started boarding). He even got in our friend's face and started shoving his suitcases into him. Security came over, told him he was drunk, and escorted him off to the front of the line. We told security we were given permission by someone in line and allowed to go through.
Booked it again. Man, could Frankfurt airport be any bigger?
We made it just in time, they had delayed the flight because many planes had been delayed due to weather. Skot had trouble going through security again, but we got through rather quickly and the plane ride went well. Home safely.
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