GARMSVILLE

So we're at the airport - waiting in the lounge for the plane back to London. It's mid afternoon. Slow. Quiet. A small lobby with nothing to do. It's just a few feet away from the passport and hand luggage check, which is way less intense than the ones at Heathrow, but still requires you remove hats, coats, coins - and for some reason - your laptop  from its bag.
Our plane is late.  We chat, watch the clock and relax. Then we hear a huge bang! followed by this almost primal, guttural moan. We look  back towards the luggage check just behind us - a young woman, hair pulled back, dressed neat and business-like is picking her laptop up from the concrete floor. A tense silence  falls over the whole lobby as everyone registers the likely consequence of what has just happened.
Note to self:  Those new Incase laptop covers you saw at Bread and Butter? Get one.


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