They Dragged Me Off The Plane And Dozens Died Waiting Chapter 03
Seeing a manager show up calmed me down a bit.
“Hello. I’m a passenger on this flight, and I made it to the gate before boarding closed.”
“But for some reason, your staff here have been
making up excuses to keep me from boarding and forcibly changing my flight.”
“Right now, I have only one request. I’m in a hurry
and I have to be on this flight. Please look into this.
and let me board as soon as possible.”
I calmly explained the problem.
In the back of my mind, I thought that if this
operation weren’t so sudden and classified, I’d
almost suspect this gate agent was working for
the enemy.
The manager pushed up his glasses when he
heard me.
Something about the way he looked at me felt
strange.
“Ma’am, give me your ID. I’ll check.”
I handed over my driver’s license, glancing
anxiously at the time on my phone.
About three or four minutes later, he spoke.
“Ma’am, my screen shows that you picked up your boarding pass five minutes after the gate closed.”
“Even under ideal conditions, getting from the ticket counter through security and here takes at least eight minutes. And this is a holiday
weekend.”
“So it’s impossible that you made it here on time.
I’m sorry, ma’am, but our ground staff didn’t make
any mistake.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “How is that
possible?”
My voice came out sharper than I intended,
strained with emotion.
The manager maintained his gentle smile. “I’m
very sorry, ma’am, but that’s how it is. You’ll have
to take the next flight.”
“Even the manager says she was late, and she’s
still making excuses.”
“She’s about to lose it any second now. You know
how it goes, whoever yells loudest wins.”
“Hey, don’t lump us all together. I’m nothing like
her. Her? She’s just… pathetic.”
I kept asking him to double check the time, but the
answer was always the same. “I’m very sorry,
ma’am.”
It felt like I was talking to a wall. I was fuming.
I didn’t want to pull rank, but time was running out.
I was picking up my phone to make a call when.
someone slammed into my arm.
The phone slipped out of my hand, and someone
else accidentally kicked it toward the gate.
A gate agent carrying a chair tried to step over it,
lost his balance, and brought the chair down hard
on my phone.
The screen went black. Cracked.
The woman who had bumped me and the man with the chair rushed over, looking panicked.
“Ma’am, we are so sorry. Please don’t report us.”
“We’ll pay for your phone. Just please don’t tell
anyone else.”
Their words stirred up the crowd again. “What
does that mean?”
“Tell anyone else? Is she someone’s mistress?”
“No wonder she’s so entitled.”
“Though she’s not doing great for a mistress. That
busted phone is some cheap off–brand.”
“Probably doesn’t know any better. Some rich guy probably bought her a knockoff and she couldn’t
tell.”
“I don’t think so.” Someone suddenly spoke up,
almost as if defending me. “She doesn’t seem like
that type.”
“She’s not wearing anything expensive. No way. she’s being kept by anyone. My guess? She’s been saving up for months to buy that first class ticket,
hoping to land a rich guy.”
“Why else would she be in such a rush and keep bringing up first class?”
A few people chuckled awkwardly.
The manager’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
Something was definitely off about him.
I shouted, “Call the police!”
“If we can’t agree, let the police sort it out. They
can pull the surveillance footage.”
“And let me make this clear. If I don’t get on that
plane, that plane is not taking off!“
