A acquaintance told me.
He worked as a taxi driver. And almost not the first day of an urgent trip to the airport. Just approached the entrance - a young family with children flew into the car and all shouted that they had fallen asleep, that they had gathered to Turkey, that the plane would leave without them - a guard! Things, children, parents - all wind, then cry, then laugh, then sing, then encourage the driver! He says, he said, the impression was as if in childhood on the carousel food - and fun, and sadly them, and the gambling dismantled.
In short, broke through all the traffic jams, flew five minutes before the end of the registration: screams, whispers, “Thank you, thank you!“Happy children hang on their necks “Uncle, Hurra!!!“He ran with his bags for registration, ran with everyone, pulled them some suitcase there, managed by a miracle, all galoped for inspection, kissed for farewell like their parents!
The driver barely tears did not let go of humiliation, came out of the airport joyful, looks at his car - pilot!!! And the money!! Never in his life, he says, felt so stupid!
The funniest thing is that three weeks later, the father of this wretched family found a taxi driver and gave the money for the trip with a bottle of cognac and apologies. For a long time, they were choking together, it turned out that they only remembered paying in the plane and all the vacation was tormented by bites of conscience.