D-Day has arrived. It’s 7.30 am and I’m sat at the Airport looking forward to meeting my companions for our latest adventure.
The day did not start well. A jobs worth at the airport wanted to charge me £65 for my bike bag being overweight. He gave me the option of repacking and sharing some of the load to my other bag. I never understand what difference it makes as to how the weight is distributed but anyway to save the money I went about the arduous task of shifting items from one bag to the other.
On returning to the scales the bike bag was still overweight and to my despair I was asked if I could transfer more stuff.
At this point I thought I needed to think out side of the box. Clearly my usual boyish charm was just not working on the gentleman in front of me. I considered breaking down in tears and saying how I am going to visit an ageing relative who is on their last legs but I felt the bicycle would show that story for what it was.
So in a stoke of genius I decide that flirtation was the way to go. So holding his stare and without blinking I smiled and asked “Chris that’s a nice watch you’ve got on , is it a Garmin” to which he confirms that it was indeed a Garmin. “What exercise do you use it for, you look like you keep yourself pretty fit”.
The flirtation continue to the point where I thought if he didn’t drop the charge soon, I was going to have to start dry humping his leg like a spaniel on heat. Thankfully that was not necessary and Chris saw sense and to escape from my merciless teasing he waived the charge.
Great result !
