“What time is our flight?” I ask. “Eleven fifty-five.” “We have three hours.” I glance at the lines for the security. They’re even longer than those at the airline counters. “Which airline?” He points at a dark blue and white logo three yards ahead. I trot to the line and stand at the end. There are at least a hundred people ahead of us. “Wrong line,” he says. “We’re not flying economy.”
