He hated being late as much as he hated standing around and so he'd arrived at the airport three hours early and drank six cups of coffee. He'd smoked almost a full packet of cigarettes too as he paced up and down outside, staring at his watch every two minutes.
Now the flight was delayed and he was hitting the bar. He was on his fourth gin and tonic already.
It wouldn't end well.
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