Logan - missed flight

"Bye mom" you said as you left the car with your suitcase in hand, heading towards the airport. Finally, a nice long vacation. It is so exciting.

The airport was huge. There are gigantic windows to the blue sky outside and people bustling about to-and-fro. There was a family there, a screaming toddler over there, the taxi men to the other side. It was amazing, the hustle and bustle of chaos is practically home to you.

You hastily made your way up the stone stairs with the cheap metal handrail and entered the age long queue through security. Now was the waiting game, more people spotting. Best hat award goes to the exhausted mother with a cheeseburger on her head that a toddler put there. Most annoying is the child running between the rails screaming, i wouldn't mind but he was in his early teen years and you know, a little bit of maturity goes a long way.

Finally i get to the front of the queue and put my red suitcase in the box with my red backpack, not winning any fashion shows but practical and useful. For the first time of the century no-one stops you to search your bag. It is basically a miracle but no time to thank my lucky stars, i've got to get through duty free and find a good place to eat.

Luggage in hand I started power walking through duty free and turned a corner too quickly.

"ah Fuck!" i exclaimed, a bit of an overreaction but i did get flung to the floor. I turn to see my attacker, or rather victim, lets be honest, who is also on the floor rubbing his temple that i headbutted. He's got black hair and abs for days. I avert my eyes before i catch myself staring for too long

"You okay?" he says, his voice smooth and caring as he stands up and offers me a hand

"I've had better days" i say as i take his hand. "sorry, i wasn't looking where i was going"

"That's fine, as long as you're not hurt, you did do a number on me though." he says as he lets out a chortle

"Sorry" i say again, man, i need to get out of here, i'm talking in circles. "well, see ya" i say as i grab my suitcase and walk off quickly. "see ya?" who says see ya? i'm not going to see him again, its fine, i won't see him again, i can forget all about that awkwardness

I got a bagel, it was a little bit meh but it was fine. After that i headed to the gate b96 and waited, played a game on my phone to pass the time and when boarding came i went to grab my boarding pass out of the front pocket out of my suitcase

"FUCK!" this one was deserved. This isn't my bag, i scrambled around the bag to see a nametag that read "Logan Palmer". This must be the guys bag that i bumped into. And if i have his bag, he must have my bag.

I rush through all the gates to see him at the airports help desk handing over my bag.

"WAIT!" i yell and they both turn to look at me as i run over only to hear that "Boarding for flight F1g9 at gate b96 is now closed" he must have seen the look of horror on my face because he asked

"That wasn't your flight was it?" with a concerned look on his face "i missed mine as well, i was hoping i could catch you before it left but i couldn't find you so i decided to just hand your bag in"