I’m beginning to believe that the flight from Munich to London causes ripples in the fabric of reality, as this the second time I’ve landed into oddity…
Shortly after myself and some 90 other passengers filed off the plane, each on our own personal mission to break the gate to immigration world record, we soon discovered all our rushing was in vain. Instead we found ourselves collected in a hallway that led to a dead end. This in itself would’ve been odd, but the hallway also contained a lift and stairs that did not lead anywhere. I didn’t try them myself, as my puzzled look was answered by a fellow passenger, “I’ve been up there”, he said, gazing up as if it was another planet, “it’s just a landing that leads to nowhere”. This I confirmed by watching passengers enter the lift only to reappear two minutes later returning down the escalator that ran alongside the stairs. Hilariously it created a feedback loop by causing newly arriving passengers, on seeing people descending, to think this must be a way out and in turn themselves try the lift. So that’s it, we were stuck in the bowels of Heathrow, with only the rotating passengers as an illusion of escape.
It in fact would’ve been a good start to some kind of weird psychological thriller. As hope extinguished that we would find a way out, passengers started to murmur. One passenger picked up the airport emergency phone that was mounted on the wall near him and reported that we were trapped. “Where are you?”, “I don’t know” he said. I overheard another questioning out loud “Do they think we have Ebola?”.
Fortunately the psychological thriller in which we were all sealed off in a wing in Heathrow due to someone on the plane having a deadly airborne disease did not eventuate. A woman with a key appeared, and the seemingly dead end hallway miraculously opened and led us back to reality.
Shortly after myself and some 90 other passengers filed off the plane, each on our own personal mission to break the gate to immigration world record, we soon discovered all our rushing was in vain. Instead we found ourselves collected in a hallway that led to a dead end. This in itself would’ve been odd, but the hallway also contained a lift and stairs that did not lead anywhere. I didn’t try them myself, as my puzzled look was answered by a fellow passenger, “I’ve been up there”, he said, gazing up as if it was another planet, “it’s just a landing that leads to nowhere”. This I confirmed by watching passengers enter the lift only to reappear two minutes later returning down the escalator that ran alongside the stairs. Hilariously it created a feedback loop by causing newly arriving passengers, on seeing people descending, to think this must be a way out and in turn themselves try the lift. So that’s it, we were stuck in the bowels of Heathrow, with only the rotating passengers as an illusion of escape.
It in fact would’ve been a good start to some kind of weird psychological thriller. As hope extinguished that we would find a way out, passengers started to murmur. One passenger picked up the airport emergency phone that was mounted on the wall near him and reported that we were trapped. “Where are you?”, “I don’t know” he said. I overheard another questioning out loud “Do they think we have Ebola?”.
Fortunately the psychological thriller in which we were all sealed off in a wing in Heathrow due to someone on the plane having a deadly airborne disease did not eventuate. A woman with a key appeared, and the seemingly dead end hallway miraculously opened and led us back to reality.
