When you’ve spent a lifetime associating airports with the rush of travel, the promise of adventure, or even the smell of jet fuel, you don’t expect to be greeted by the no-nonsense face of a doctor, armed with a cotton swab and a cold determination. “Do you have any symptoms?” they ask, in a tone that’s about as comforting as the latest dentist bill.
Sure, I get it, safety first and all that jazz. But the sheer number of medical staff on hand was just… disconcerting. At one point, I half expected to hear an announcement like “Dr. Lau, please report to Gate 54.”