you sweat, you dribble, you give your precious minutes to them, you challenge the screen, you ask the whole department for info (including cleaning Eastern european team and cab drivers outside), you calculate and recalculate an upgrade from Q to K in neverendin FQPs and FQDs...
result? if you on the phone... thanks and they are gone, forever...
at the airport? wow. They go and then come back with a nice Xmas card and a box of golden wrapped round fine chocolates!!!!!
luxury. pleased and satisfied.
now, shall i sell them on e-bay or eat them all in a tv session just after a nice chicken tikka massala?
pax are soooooooo nice sometimes
