Some years ago, one of my clients sent her son Morris to an excellent boarding school in the UK.

As he was a minor, he was properly accompanied by a stewardess to the children’s lounge. Filled with the latest toys, gadgets and other children, Morris spent a few productive hours there before boarding his flight.

Five hours later, my client gets an indignant phone call from the airport in Mexico City. “Your son has arrived, nobody is here to pick him up. Can you please report to the airport information desk immediately!”.

Turns out, time in the children’s lounge was well spent, all children swapped their name tags and had a lovely time choosing another destination. And poor Henry from Iowa almost ended up being properly educated at Eton, instead of frittering his time away in warm Mexico City.