I once turned up for a 6:10 AM flight to Amsterdam with a hangover that could fell a small elephant. I stumbled through security at 4:45 AM, pale and desperate. The first thing I saw? A Boots that was open. I bought two bottles of water, a pack of ibuprofen, and a protein bar I didn’t even like. It was the most beautiful transaction of my life. I sat down, took my pills, and felt like a phoenix rising from a cloud of regret.
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Later, I tried to buy a hoodie from a shop at 8 PM for a cold return flight. The lady at the till said, “Sorry love, we’re closing in ten minutes.” I stood there, defeated, hoodie-less. That’s the rule: the early bird gets the shopping. The night owl gets the vending machine.
