Look, I get it. Airports need money. But this fee hike feels like a kick in the shins when you’re already running late. It’s a tax on being a good friend. A tax on saying goodbye. A tax on love itself! (Okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic. But you get the point.)
So next time you drive to Luton, plan ahead. Bring a coin for the drop-off machine. Or better yet, bring a friend who has a costco card and a strong opinion about shuttle buses. We’ll get through this together. One awkward, expensive goodbye at a time.
Until then, a rant over a coffee is your best bet. Your wallet and your sanity will thank you.
