Travis POV
I pulled out my sunglasses to place them on because the sunlight was irritating me. When the cab driver reaches the airport, I throw a lot of money at him. I didn’t even take the time to count. He said, “Thanks, hope you visit Jamaica again.” I will never come back here again! I jumped out of the cab and ran inside the airport. I bypassed the line and went to the VIP counter. The male flight attendant said, “Mr. you have to get in line.” When I looked back at the line it was very long, which was never going to happen. I say, “I’m sorry but I need your immediate help. I’m not feeling too well. I will pay any additional fees to bypass straight to the terminal.” As I looked directly in his eyes, he said, “Sure, no problem… Please give me your ID and I will get you to the terminal
