This story took place in the late 1980s at Denver Airport (DEN). I just arrived from Houston (where I lived) and was about to take a flight departing from Denver. And here I go through the airport, pulling a suitcase behind me, I don’t touch anyone... And then my aunt jumps over me and says loudly, “Hey, the carrier! Bring my suitcases to the check-in stand in landing area 34!” He puts his suitcases on my side. I think what to do next, especially given that my flight is just departing from Landing Zone 34. The decision is made, we execute. I pass my suitcases and continue on my way.

After a few moments to the aunt comes that her demand has been ignored and she pursues me, on the move beginning to whistle. When she grabbed me, she grabbed me in the ear, “I’m not used to repeating! “To which I answer, ‘Here’s great, don’t repeat it again. Please leave me alone.” In general, she pursued me all over the terminal, throwing her suitcases in the middle of the passage.



And here I am in Landing Zone 34. At the check-in stand I greeted the check-in officer and asked her to open the entrance to the landing corridor so that I could get onto the plane and start preparing him for flight. And then our aunt arrived at the registration stand and cried out, “No, I won’t let this lazy carrier escape the punishment! He dropped my suitcases! I want him fired!”

The registrar looked at me and asked, "Don't you think it is necessary to remove this lady from the flight?" I replied, “Yes, of course. Safety of crew and passengers. Inadequate behavior, possibly alcoholic intoxication. The servant smiled and said, “I’ll call the security service and take care of the bureaucracy. “Happy flight Captain!”