A very wise, but clinically obese man once told me ‘never accept your first offer’. He was talking about lapdances, but it stills rings true. As I gladly sipped my first pint of German beer at Amsterdam airport, I was glad I had met the weighty fool.
I had strolled past an enormous crowd at the first bar, all clambering and wailing for an alcoholic drink to numb the fear of falling out of the sky whilst on their homebound connection. While the temptation to stand in line like a good Brit, I gambled on there being another refreshment centre farther down the concourse, and I hit the jackpot.
I guess the motive of the story is, don’t drink and fly.
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