The worst of the worst. We used (USED) to go away with another couple who were a nightmare for faffing around before flights. Once, on the way home from France, they suggested stopping off at the beach for a few hours before the flight despite us having to drive all the way to the airport and then take the hire car back (with a full tank of petrol). We begrudgingly agreed and waited in the car like a pair of stroppy kids.
They were laughing at us stressing out, but the joke was on them when we realised there was funfair on and the roads were rammed. They dropped us at the airport then tore off to the petrol station and hire car place. We hung around for as long as we could, and eventually they came sprinting into the airport saying “See? gasp Plenty of time to spare!!”. They then realised they’d left their passports in the hire car and missed the flight.
Me and the Mrs -
