Airport exchange

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Hmmmm, meeting at the BP garage at Cape Town Airport sounded too deceptively simple for my liking and I was right. We could see the sodding garage as we went round and round in circles around it but could we get to the bleeding entrance? Could we chuff. During one of our rotations, I’d say it was sheer coincidence but really it was only a matter of time, we got beeped at by the guy we were meant to be meeting and the other one executed a swift u-turn and open sesame, we found the garage entrance. We signed new paperwork, pointed expertly at the new car’s marks and scratches followed by nodding sagely, and got back on the road quick smart before it could get dark and the other one complain he couldn’t see.

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