Smell the home and fly with Iran-Air!

Sweet Home:
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It was 5:00 AM, and I was half sleep as we went to bed at 2:00 AM after a fun visit to my aunt's house. I raised up my attention level as my friend (I call her mom) sent me an SMS that she is in the airport with her brother, so I better hurry up and catch my flight. After a little bit of dizziness, we were good to go. Our black car's engine was on and I was driving on the roads.

Line up at the Entrance:
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It was a mess! Four international flights, within the same timelines. I realized the depth of the misery, as I noticed the long line up of the passengers tailed out side of the opening doors!

FIFO, LIFO, Queue !?:
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Perhaps one of the most noticeable features of an Iranian community is the way a queue formed. Actually, we Iranians are taking advantage of more advanced queues called Iranian Queues (IQ!) rather than simple FIFO (First In First Out) queues. An IQ is a multithread queue, in which each person holds a priority which is a noisy function of time plus a hidden variable of the environment (for example finding a relative who is working in the environment can increase the priority to +infinity). I was in a complicated IQ. Another thread was merged with my line as it was suddenly decided to be used for business class against what was stated on its board. One of the entities of the IQ was hopping in the middle of the various lines and a few other entities were following him! You could sense some hidden variables being tweaked all the time. I was finally checked out at the business class line!!

Customs:
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It was fast. The person started to write something on a paper: my passport number + "Expired Passport Issue". Actually, I was going to be arrested... Explaining that I renewed my passport outside of Iran, I was free to go.

Iran-Air 747_200 - Still not ready:
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It matched my expectations perfectly. Broken voices of the staff on the main TV and few broken monitors with noisy videos. An infinitesimal mistake in assigning the seat number of a few people brought about a large discussion among passengers. Crying babies and lost items gave the plane a better flavor of Iran. This flavor was reinforced as I received a rude impression from one of the crews who was asked to give me some water. The plain took off harply with only 1:15 delay.

Iran-Air 747_200 - The End:
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The sad moment of saying farewell to Iran-Air was getting close as the plane landed in London. Walking through the usual IQ, I asked the crew: "Why didn't you show a single film or the flight's data on the screens?". "This was the backup plane, the main one was not ready", he replied. I left the plane as another passenger whispered in my ears: "That meant to thank God for being alive and don't expect more."