I'm here at London heathrow terminal 4.....not 5. Gutted!
After spraying myself head to toe in every perfume available in duty free, I went and sat down. I opened the very informative Grazia magazine (it was either that or The Week that cost £3.50!!! - sorry dad) and learnt a lot on Brangelina.
I was sat by myself. Had a whole row to myself in fact with several free seats around. This guy, with real purpose, walks straight up to the seat next to me and sits down. I mean great, I'm all up for getting to know your neighbours and all that, but firstly there are LOADS of free seats AND I don't wanna know what they had for lunch! This guys breath!!! Oh my goodness.
I didn't want to be too obvious so stayed for a while refusing the breathe. Then I did the classic 'fake call'. My friend, who I'm traveling with, rang me.....obviously. So up I popped sounding excited to go and meet them.
I thought I was being sneaky and clever.....There is a flaw in my story
I hope the guy is not on my flight. He ll soon realise that there was no friend and that, in fact, I actually just ran away from him. Either that or I am gonna have to get really chatty with the person sitting next to me on the plane!
Happy flying!
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