At the very nice, spanking new Terminal 3, my male progenitor, a.k.a. "Pop", made sure that we checked in three hours early.
Ever since I became conscious of the world around me, Pop has always been THE early bird.
Especially at airports and train stations.
Here he is half-running ahead of us at the airport.
Because of Pop, I am never late for anything. In fact, I develop heart palpitations and sweaty palms an hour ahead of my appointments.