It’s 6.35 am on a Monday morning. You’ve just arrived in London’s Heathrow. It was a long, bumpy flight from Chicago, Melbourne or Mumbai and frankly you’re knackered. On the flight over, as you reviewed the paperwork for the business deal you’re in London to finalise, you developed a sense of concern over the professionalism of your new partners. Are they looking to cut corners? Do they only go the shortest distance required? Are they cheapskates?
Through baggage claim, past customs and into the arrivals lounge. Which driver did your new partner send for you?
Nothing says, “welcome to your destination” like a handwritten note on torn and crumpled up paper!
I don’t know who you are hating on but my cousin is the guy on the left.
Just as a contrasting observation:
Nothing says ‘Welcome to the USA’ like being finger-printed like a common criminal!
@ Steve – No hate here. That’s such a strong and ugly word. It’s also a four-letter word. chickenmonkeydog is only about love and quirky observations of our surroundings. And, had I known he was your cousin, I would have introduced myself. Ha-ha!
@ Shefaly – Whilst this isn’t a political blog as such, I shall indulge myself in responding to your comment: I agree. As a blue passport holder, I don’t have to experience the finger-printing, yet I can appreciate that it is not the most welcoming way to greet visitors to the US.