“Boarding is now at 11pm”
I was politely informed as I tumbled up to the gate. Two thing occurred to me:
(1) heavens be praised! I could use the bathroom.
(2) the flight had been scheduled to leave at 10:55pm. Was the delay due to me? I scanned the room of seated passengers and tucked the model box (which frankly looked like it might contain human organs) behind my legs.
Nothing to see. I’m definitely not the problem. No.
“Ha! You must have had a rough time!” A cheerful British couple called out to me as I headed to the seating by the gate. “We saw you at the check-in desk and then everyone left apart from you!”
I grinned, was about to say everything was fine, when two airline attendants appeared.
“Sorry to interrupt. Could you come with us?”
I KNOW MY RIGHTS! (I wanted to shout) I WILL NOT GO QUIETLY!
(Spoiler: I did go quietly.)
“This contains a spacecraft?”
I opened the case to show the cabin crew.
“WHOA! Is that the real spacecraft that went to space?!!”
I mean that WOULD be cool, but the real Hayabusa2 is 20 times the size, still in space and no way would I allow what was about the happen.
I handed the case to the cabin crew.
They wanted to strap the model into its seat before the main boarding. I accompanied them through the gate to the aeroplane door but then permitted the case to be squirrelled away.
I was in limbo land.
Having scanned my boarding pass to accompany the model to the plane door, I was then left to roam the empty hallway until boarding could begin. The wheelchair users went ahead, but I was allowed to board with the parents of young children.
I found my “child” neatly strapped in. I noticed it had bagged the window seat.
A lady came and sat down on my right, giving me and my model an askance look.
Body parts. Full of human organs. She was sure of it. I could tell.
I took the beef curry. The model didn’t get anything, since it had failed to keep its human ticket.
We’d made it to Singapore.
A bag scan was needed at the Singapore gate.
My laptop slid through.
The model slid through.
And then came the case containing the asteroid sample.
“What is this?”
I took a deep breath.
“It is… an asteroid sample.”
I waited. My hand inched towards my laptop with hours of presentations on Hayabusa2.
“Huh. OK.”
The attendant turned to her colleague.
“It’s an asteroid,” she said in a tone that implied they’d seen 72 others in the last week alone. Just a chip from outer space. Again.
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