We were nearly at the end of the line at immigration at George Bush Intercontinental Airport in Houston to make a connection. A stopover between Cancun and Portland. To our left, the immigration officer running the line for airline staff-only closed his booth and walked away. He could have taken the next civilian, but instead went on break.
Then three out-of-breath Germans in their 20s ran up telling us their flight from Frankfurt got in hours late, that their connection to Los Angeles would leave in 10 minutes, and could they please go past us. We insisted that they go to the very front of the line and helped them get there.
A moment later two airline pilots rushed up to discover no one from immigration was working their exclusive line. They announced they would cut in. I explained to the captain that the German’s flight would take off in 10 minutes and could you please let them go first. The pilot said, “My flight leaves in 15 minutes.” I said, “Yes, but they will wait for you.” The pilots went first anyway. Friendly skies.
Photo courtesy of Iowa Spirit Walker