Paging all mothers

My mother isn't good in airports. All the stress, drama and excitement of being in the right place at the right time tends to get her on edge. It's understandable really.

Even arriving back home is an event, with mum usually screaming something along the lines of "That's not your bag!!" as I go to pick my own backpack off the luggage carousel.

Things get a million times worse when she hears her name being paged...

To be fair, it wasn't her fault. Dad was patiently waiting for the coffee he had ordered 15 minutes ago. He wasn't going to the plane without it. Suddenly a stern voice could be heard throughout the airport, calling out mum and dad's names and not so subtly suggesting that they make their way to the gate. Now.

Mum was off! Leaving dad behind she grabbed her wheely bag and darted off to the gate. Holding on to her pink hessian hat for dear life, she ran as fast as her legs could carry her, nearly knocking many a tourist to the ground. Fortunately for mum she made it to the gate in time. Unfortunately, it was the wrong gate.

A bit more stress, a lot of swearing and a quick ride in the airport golfbuggy later, mum was in the right place and on the plane. The cabin crew had her seated and were getting ready for take-off when they saw a familiar looking woman running up the aisle.

"Hold the doors! I've left my hat in the airport"