Conveyer belt behavior
Nagoya, Japan. We are hanging out at the conveyor belt. We are late for our next flight to Sapporo and a very polite lady from the airline apologize and tells us, over and over again, how truly sorry she is for the delay. She stands beside us the whole time, talking through her two-way radio with her staff at the gate. She is looking nervously at us, laughing, and apologizes again.
The conveyer belt starts with beep and the bags make an entrance. No chaos. No stack of bags, all nicely placed, in a perfect row, all with the handles outward so that it should be easy to lift. The woman looks at the bags, and us – and apologizes again.