Albeit a few blisters on my hands, I went to Bangkok on Monday to attend a meeting. It was an easy trip with 3 other colleagues who had bountiful amounts of energy, bulldozing through the lanes in MBK.
Anyway if 4 of us were in a Survivor series, we would be wiped out immediately. Heavily reliant on one another, we missed the flight because one of us heard the gate number wrongly and none of the other 3 bothered to verify and took his information straight-on for granted. When we arrived at Gate E4, my colleague told me it was odd that there wasn't a Singapore Airlines plane waiting anywhere. I took out my ticket, the only one on which the gate number was written (it was issued in Singapore at the express counter) - D4. Well, one might think D & E are only one alphabet different so how far could they be from each other, right? The architect of the new Thai Airport apparently didn't share the same sentiment. After sprinting what-seemed-like-thousands-of-km, we arrived at D4 only to be told that the gate was closed.
Luckily the next flight was only 1.5 hours away and had vacant seats. So like any Aesop's fable, there was a moral learnt from this episode...
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