Mistaken for a VIP

Flying back from Wenzhou last night I was mistaken for a VIP by the airline and escorted into their VIP waiting room. The room, apparently little used, was ringed by understuffed chairs. A large plasmascreen TV dominated one wall of the room. Sitting there all alone I noticed I had a bad headache and inquired of the VIP-handler outside if she had an aspirin. This turned out to be a mistake.

She quickly summoned six or seven colleagues who huddled around a desk and consulted on what to do. A few minutes later a doctor in a dirty lab coat and jeans arrived to examine me, take my pulse, and ask if I was "mentally ok". Assured that I was not going to die in their custody, he said he had some medicine for headaches but unfortunately, it wouldn't work on non-Chinese. At this point the only thing that would have made my condition worse was to not get on my flight home, so I told him my headache was gone and I was ready to fly. They huddled again and then one of the stewardesses whisked me out to the plane in a coaster and up the stairs.