So perhaps it was not surprising that a man rushed over, placed two brand-new boxed jars of anti-wrinkle night cream on the table with receipt, and rushed to the X-ray. Maybe he had no space in his plastic bag, I thought. But I do. They look expensive and will make good presents.
As the saying goes, 'God giveth'.
Through the X-ray, in W H Smiths duty free store, one book described latest Ebook publishing methods. At £6.99 you can always learn. At the till, the assistant said, "Sorry, we can't take card today."
"Could you take plastic instead?" I joked.
"We can't take card today," he repeated seriously.
"It was a joke," I smiled. "Card and plastic are different materials. So I asked if you'd take plastic instead of card."
"I never joke with customers. The last time I did, the guy took it the wrong way and I ended up with this." His brow creased into a deep frown as he pointed to a scar near his eye.
"That's awful." I replied, sending healing energy for his obvious trauma. "I always joke."
"You're kind," he said, without smiling. He scanned the price of the book as healing energy soaked into his being.
"It's your lucky day," he said suddenly. "You get this book for free."
I accepted, puzzled. Was the £6.99 book really free that day? Or had he given me the book for being kind about the being punched? Or had healing his trauma with energy had an unexpected consequence?
Whatever, as the saying goes, 'God giveth'.
Waiting for the plane, early morning frost outside was replaced by glinting sun. The cold airport lounge heated up. I placed my warm knitted jacket over my luggage to buy some water. When I turned back, the jacket had gone, stolen.
Oh well, I thought, I hope someone needs it. The value of the anti-wrinkle creams and book was about the same as the jacket. God giveth and God taketh away.