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With the spontaneity of a pneumothorax (the spontaneous kind), I made a mad dash to the shop across from where I was seated, five minutes before it was due to shut, five minutes before I was due to board my plane.
And I bought something for a good friend of mine, something she would want, rather than something she NEEDED. I mean.. does one really NEED anything from the duty-free designer shops in the airport? The answer is No. (Or in the words of a high school teacher of whom I have very fond memories: answer soo bee no.)
Anyways, obviously, I was in a rush with the boarding and the gate closing etc. But because it was a gift, I thought, Yeah, let’s get it wrapped. Now you guys have watched Love Actually, right? Remember this scene:
Yes, it was like that. Only minus the cinnamon sticks. Everything else was the same. And let me assure you, the anxiety I felt, was not unlike the cheating husband’s. I was hopping from one foot to the other, and tapping my foot, clicking my nails against the glass table top. Almost like needing to pee. SO damn KANCHEONG! I mean, I needed to get to the plane before it
But at the end of the day, damn happy. I like going to the airport early. Because before all the buying things for people, you can buy things for yourself. :)
