Airports - Oh such fun to be had

Check in, my favourite part of the airport, with its short queues, friendly staff and efficiency and handling baggage, there really is nothing like it.
To sarcastic?
It wasn’t really that bad. There was a short queue and the woman behind the desk was not entirely horrid, just slightly dense, and baggage is always a nightmare anyway.
The trip to Svalbard was taking us away from home for over 5 months and therefore it was not entirely unexpected that we had a very large amount of luggage each and with four of us there this quickly adds up. The baggage allowance was 1 bag at 23kg a second bag at 32kg and 1 piece of hand luggage at 8kg a limit 3 of us reached easily, still not sure how Andrews bags managed to be a good 20kg lighter than he rest of us.
The problem came when the excess baggage was under Sam’s name and Stu had to go back and change that, also most of the bags were considered oversized so had to be put back on the trolleys and taken over to baggage inspection. After a lot of hassle (in my opinion completely unnecessary) a great amount of luggage hauling, with a vast amount of help from Mhairi, we were just left with our hand luggage. We said our goodbyes, an understandably tearful one between Heather and Stu, and left to go through security. Each of us putting our bags on the belt and confidently walking through the gate. Wait, what was that, a beep? Damn it. So close. Out comes the wand, off come the boots, and what do they get from it nothing, what do I get from it; annoyance, frustration, and the irritating task of tying my boots up again.