(c) Air Babylon
We both instinctively take off our yellow vests and airside passes, leaving them in the backroom. Wear anything official in an airport and you become a magnet for moronic questions. The number of times people have asked me where the toilets are when I am standing right next to them is enough to turn a saint to sinning. There's a saying at the airport that passengers pack their brains in their suitcases before they arrive; they are always disorientated, distracted and seemingly incapable of looking after themselves. 'Airport brain' is an official phenomenon. It is the only way to explain why perfectly normal people suddenly become useless as soon as they set foot inside a terminal. They seem to renege on any commitment to personal responsibility. They can lose their passport, their ticket, their luggage, their husband and their mind, all between check-in and the gate.