The staff of South African Airlines are surprisingly friendly, in stark contrast to the airport staff. The man at the entrance to the check-in area tried to tell me I had to go somewhere else to get a paper ticket until the SAA guy nicely took my passport and started asking about my bags, very politely, in perfect English. We joked about my cousin Wilt, and he said he'd believe me if I said i was related to Bruce Willis. I keep hearing this, but I don't see the resemblance. I take it as a compliment, even though he's a whole lot older than me.
Now I'm in line for immigration. Almost to the front after 30 minutes. The French people around me are amazingly pushy. Why? Two women—African, but speaking English so not Senegalese—tried to jump the queue because their flight is about to leave but the nasty woman guarding the line steadfastly refused to let them through. Why do people so love to use their power to make people miserable?
I hope there are open stores once I get through immigration and security. I still have three hours or so til my flight.
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