The Budapest airport is not a large airport as these things go, but they are well indoctrinated in the social niceties. Imagine for a moment that you're in the line headed to security. You've got your shoes untied, your laptop is out of the bag and ready to go in a bin, as is your toothpaste which is the only liquid you still carry. You are ready to dash the security and get to the gate.
There is one small problem, however. The woman in front of you is a grandma who spent her time in Budapest shopping. She's got her rolly bag, a purse and some shopping bags. She's also wearing two sweaters and a coat and, were you to guess, you might think she's never seen a plane much less participated in everyone's favorite post-9/11 security theater. So as you approach the security line you notice that she's now rooting around in her bags and generally doing everything but getting her crap on the belt that will take it through the scanner.
So, well trained in the intricacies of airport travel, you do the natural thing and go around her. Grandma can take all the time she needs as long as I'm not waiting behind her.
But not so fast. This in Hungary. There's no going around in Hungary. The guard gives me two choices: get back behind grandma or miss my flight. So instead progress being made while grandma does her thing we all stay backed up behind her waiting for her to get her bags sorted out and on the belt, along with her multiple coats, and the rest of her crap.
And I thought American airport security was stupid.
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