Day 1 – Impression of Mr Bean at The Airport

Looking down at the wet patch on my crotch I am mortified, I frantically start looking for something to dry it with, great no towels around when you need one. I look to the end of the sinks and see it. Oh No, I can’t I just can’t! I look around no one else is about. So I dash up to the hand drying machine and start thrusting my pelvis up towards the warm air. I was in full steam and actually beginning to get a rhythm going when a woman in uniform and with a mop came round the corner and let out a gasp! I smiled, grabbed my bag and me and my not so wet patch disappeared into the departure lounge! 

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