Hour 9 #3: The airport keeps telling various names to go places. It's super annoying. But they just called this Asian name and the lady in front of me stands up, puts her ear up (she is surely in her late 20s or early 30s), and sprints to the gate they told her to go to without her bags. The gate is like a three minute walk away. So pretty far in an airport. Her bags are behind a pillar. I cannot watch them. Hope is lost. But I wish her well.