Airport

It’s 5am, I’m at Heathrow airport, and I can see people working out at the ‘airport gym’. Including a family of 4. The world is going to hell in a handcart.

Or at least, on a running machine.

Oh. Actually, it’s 5.30. My ‘genuine’ $12 Rolex had stopped working. What were the chances of that…

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About odiousghost

Successfully going from failure to failure since 1767
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2 Responses to Airport

  1. WordsFallFromMyEyes says:

    LOVE your style. Succinct.

    You give a spy into your moment, & say so much. Love it. Don’t know where you’re going, where you been, what you’ll let us in on next. You might join the gym or buy another genuine item. You just leave us guessing, but we smile in what you’ve let us know, in the least.

    🙂

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