Check In 3 hours before my arse we waited since like 3.30 and no one came to check us in until an hour and fourty minutes before the flight was due to leave, and can I just say for the record that terminal 2 is pants.
Then of course I had to contend with the people on the plane to Vienna. Gah.
Whilst we were being given breakfast the couple behind me start asking the steward if they serve wine with breakfast. He looked dumbfounded naturally. He politely said no but he would go find them some if they wished. They did.
I mean it was like 7am or something and they wanted to start drinking. What’s with that?