happened to me in Madrid, Spain. Nice looking airport, but not very functional. It is huge, and I had to make a stop in a non direct flight; but for some reason I did not get the second ticket (airline’s mistake), and I had to make arrangements inside the airport itself, so I was kind of in a hurry. Even tough there was no queue to gen into a door, the security officer was stalling me because instead of running through an empty cord maze to get into that door, I just skipped the ropes. I was not cutting in front of anybody, since there was nobody, and the officer would not stop ranting that I should go trough the ropes that delimited the space where the queue should be. The site where the arrangements were done was in one side of the airport, and the boarding was somewhere else; there is transport inside the same airport, but this transport has numbered routes that come every so often, so time intervals are rounded to the following discrete amount of time (roof function, if you prefer). You are in a hurry, yet you have to wait the transport of your route. Then you go to the gates.. corridors and corridors and corridors, labeled with the time you need to arrive to each one. You are running and it does not help that the gates you are looking for have a label below ‘10 minutes’.. I got just in time to board, and had to board all sweaty.. had no time to enjoy there (in that particular stop, not in Madrid which is very nice, or in the same airport some other time, when I was in no hurry)
happened to me in Madrid, Spain. Nice looking airport, but not very functional. It is huge, and I had to make a stop in a non direct flight; but for some reason I did not get the second ticket (airline’s mistake), and I had to make arrangements inside the airport itself, so I was kind of in a hurry. Even tough there was no queue to gen into a door, the security officer was stalling me because instead of running through an empty cord maze to get into that door, I just skipped the ropes. I was not cutting in front of anybody, since there was nobody, and the officer would not stop ranting that I should go trough the ropes that delimited the space where the queue should be. The site where the arrangements were done was in one side of the airport, and the boarding was somewhere else; there is transport inside the same airport, but this transport has numbered routes that come every so often, so time intervals are rounded to the following discrete amount of time (roof function, if you prefer). You are in a hurry, yet you have to wait the transport of your route. Then you go to the gates.. corridors and corridors and corridors, labeled with the time you need to arrive to each one. You are running and it does not help that the gates you are looking for have a label below ‘10 minutes’.. I got just in time to board, and had to board all sweaty.. had no time to enjoy there (in that particular stop, not in Madrid which is very nice, or in the same airport some other time, when I was in no hurry)