Finally, you spot them: your tired traveller, dragging a suitcase that’s lost a wheel. You wave frantically, but they’re too busy squinting at a sign that says “All Vehicles Must Exit Immediately.” You honk. They wave. It’s a beautiful, chaotic reunion.
Five minutes later, you’re stuck in traffic on the way home, the car smells of stale cabin air, and everyone’s arguing about where to stop for food. But honestly? That shared groaning and laughing about the Luton drop-off circus is the real welcome home. You nod at the driver you pass in the next jam, because you both know the grind. You were there. You survived.
And you’ll do it all again next summer.
