Actually, maybe one little thing. My family and I were flying domestically for the first time with our baby girl (we'd flown international with her before, but this was our first domestic trip). I was told we didn't need any ID for my daughter as it was only within Australia. We get to the airport, I double checked with the ground crew walking around and they said they didn't know whether ID was needed and to best check with the ladies at the check in counter!! No way would I wait in the queue to reach the front and be told that we needed ID. So I sent my hubby back home to get my daughter's passport. While he caught the taxi back home (about 20mins each way), my daughter and I waited in the queue and when we reached the counter, the assistant said no ID required! I was furious that the first assistant could not give me a clear answer. I called my hubby and told him to turn back. Anyway, my daughter and I checked in first and soon our plane was waiting to depart. He was on his way and we/he was holding up the plane! He called me on the phone to tell us to board without him. It was like a scene out of a movie (or so it felt at the time). Then suddenly, we see him emerge from the crowd. The air hostesses at the departure counter cheered and we quickly got onboard and were reunited once again. He was sweating from sprinting, I was sweating from feeling bad and guilty for making him go back home for no reason. But glad we all made it on the flight!
So there you go :) Reflecting back, I guess it was quite an experience at the time!
Actually, maybe one little thing. My family and I were flying domestically for the first time with our baby girl (we'd flown international with her before, but this was our first domestic trip). I was told we didn't need any ID for my daughter as it was only within Australia. We get to the airport, I double checked with the ground crew walking around and they said they didn't know whether ID was needed and to best check with the ladies at the check in counter!! No way would I wait in the queue to reach the front and be told that we needed ID. So I sent my hubby back home to get my daughter's passport. While he caught the taxi back home (about 20mins each way), my daughter and I waited in the queue and when we reached the counter, the assistant said no ID required! I was furious that the first assistant could not give me a clear answer. I called my hubby and told him to turn back. Anyway, my daughter and I checked in first and soon our plane was waiting to depart. He was on his way and we/he was holding up the plane! He called me on the phone to tell us to board without him. It was like a scene out of a movie (or so it felt at the time). Then suddenly, we see him emerge from the crowd. The air hostesses at the departure counter cheered and we quickly got onboard and were reunited once again. He was sweating from sprinting, I was sweating from feeling bad and guilty for making him go back home for no reason. But glad we all made it on the flight!
So there you go :) Reflecting back, I guess it was quite an experience at the time!