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| Almost a very expensive perfume |
Who else
could spend five hours bored senseless in an airport on a stopover,
then almost miss their flight after some last minute duty free shopping. Yep,
your right, it could only happen to us.
Three
perfumes, two champagnes and a bottle of spirits later we are about the board
the plane (see what boredom does). Then it suddenly dawns on us – we are pretty
sure we've been overcharged. This totally defeats the purpose of duty
free. So, after a quick game of paper/rock/scissors James sprints back to get
our cash.
Five
minutes later I am the last person standing at the gate as they call James'
name over the PA system. Apparently his luggage is about to be
unloaded. Shit...it was such a good idea at the time. Now I just feel like
a tight arse.
Thankfully James appears in the nick of time,
sprinting like a man in a scene from Chariots of Fire. As we sit on the plane,
both of us laughing and one also sweating and complaining of lactic acid build
up, James delivers the news. We hadn’t been overcharged. Opps. I wonder how
many seconds there were between it being a disastrous incident instead of a
funny one?
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