Dalaman cannot compete in the rip off stakes when compared to Aberdeen Airport.
Here’s the cautionary tale.
The present Mrs H was standing outside the airport “havin a fag” and casually informed me that she did not have enough fags left.
Despite me suggesting that the two she
did have would suffice until she bought from Duty Free, I was dispatched to W H Smith to replenish supplies.
And how much did they take for 20 Labert and Butler. Nine pound, twenty-five pence. Outrageous. Dirk Turpin would have been proud of them.
PS After finishing the aforementioned ciggie, Brenda’s next move was to go to the Ladies and then immediately through Security and therefore she had no need for the £ 9.25 packet of 20 that
I had bought.
But I’m not bitter.
