Hair swept back so tight that she had managed to smooth out the years of wrinkles. The face paint is heavy completing the soor faced look. She works in the business class check in but this morning she has to deal with the peasants because it’s quiet. I’m lucky that I get Rachel. I give her my British passport and she asks me “when I will return?” and I said “I don’t know”. “How long am I staying in China for?” “I don’t know”

Me “I have a business visa”

It “that’s what I was referring too”

Me “I thought you would know that if you go to China you need a visa”

It “I did not know that, that’s why I asked

It Makes a phone call.

It” Do you have another passport? ”

Me” Yes I do 👍😊”

She’s not happy, and I’m about to say something but decide to keep me mouth shut.

I assume that Rachel is as thick as pigshit if she is working the check in counter and does not know about needing a visa, but I just think she didn’t like me. Was it my British passport that upset her or was it my charm and charisma?

Rachel has tried to upset my day and she could have so easily if I had allowed her. I hope Rachel has a miserable day and I’m sure she will because she only wants to talk to the business clientele and not us poor ethnics. But she has a plane load of Chinese to look forward to. The mere thought of that brings a smile to my face.

Bon Voyage Rachel 😂😂😂

As soon as I’m through immigration I go to the Whisky tasting and have a few free half’s. Unfortunately they do not have the whisky that I want and so I will return empty handed to China. 😐😣😭