Too much time on your hands between flights is a dangerous thing, especially when the hypnotic lights of Duty Free send out their glow.
An amble past the aftershave testers could be fun. Its free, and after 12 hours flying, I could do with a freshen up. Hmm, poster shows an outback gaucho look on a good hair day, with those blue contacts, leaping for a volley ball - squirt-squirt...actually a spray of that polo player could work, dab of solo yachtsman - now we're talking - maybe a walk through mist of open necked jazz muso on the last dry patch...the combination has an altogether different result. Pong now hints at gaunt, olive skinned thin person wearing rose tinted tear drop glasses, nuzzling a coiffed chihuahua with a diamante collar, lying back on a veneered Italian motor launch in a white speedo with gold loop trim.
Scores me a wink and an extra dinky of Dimple when I board again though...
Deon
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