The mother is two metres behind her child, trying to juggle the bags, the passports and the boarding cards, trying to watch the child and scan the seat numbers. It looks like she’s multitasked out for a while. There’s two additional bags under her eyes suggesting that it has already been a long day. To make it worse there is someone in her seat. Will that be the straw that breaks this camel’s back? The man sitting there smiles at the woman.
“That's my seat,” she replies.
“No it's not,” he has the confidence of a man who knows he’s right. He points to the number on his boarding pass.
She drops a bag. Her daughter is heading back down the plane.
“Help,” she says to a nearby member of staff.