I'm in the Wrong, and I'm a Bumbling American Traveller

I'm leaving for london on the first flight out in the morning, and will be staying with friends while i appeal to the austrian embassy for a residence visa. I had to be escorted by armed guards to go fetch my bag at the baggage carasol. The police escorted me to an empty wing of the hear the rport. It's desolate. Find a bench if you can. One of them kindly suggested about being sarcastic. They really did feel sorry for but rules are rules, and i'm in the wrong. But i do want to thank them for their kindness, and hope their bosses reward them for treating a bumbling american traveller with courtesy and compassion. As it