The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

Elly was checking out the make-up in the duty-free shop.
“Come on.” I shouted. “I’ll buy you more in Warsaw.”
The scowl was back. Sullen princess stood statue still and looked away.
They called our flight.
She stood still.
“Ok.” I gave in. “Quickly.” I produced my debit card and reminded myself that
it’d all be worth it.
She was happy again and we were moving again so I was, well not happy but
frantically moving towards my Polish challenge. I should have known that Elly
was the true Polish challenge but hindsight is a wonderful thing.
The queue wasn’t that long but there was a lot of aggressive pushing and I
couldn’t believe how quickly one old woman pushed her way to the front. She
skilfully used her walking stick to jab and cajole her way through and once she
reached the front her speed was gone. No nimble jabs. No powerful thrusts. Just
patient shuffles that made everyone groan.
Finally we boarded and we sat down on a row with three seats, her next to the
window, me in the middle and the aisle seat free.
“I think I should sit next to the aisle so then we have the middle free for our
stuff.” I suggested.