In case you hadn't guessed, I have been on holiday. In order to facillitate actually having a holiday, I have barely touched a computer in 2 whole weeks. I could have but then it wouldn't have been a holiday would it?
To enjoy the feeling of being a person on holiday, I adopted the persona of Katsumoto from The Last Samurai - a rather dignified stance but capable of chopping idiots into small pieces if provoked.
I encountered no issues at airports at all (which is very unusual for a Goth) - even the security people were more than helpful as I stood patiently waiting for the 'muppets with gold coloured shite from Argos' to walk backwards and forwards through security checkpoints.
I remained calm and dignified and presently, the very helpful staff opened another lane and beckoned me forward.
An irate 'bizzy-man' ran in front of me but I stayed where I was until asked to walk forward. As I passed through, without issue, the security guard wished me a good trip and I watched 'bizzy-man' getting escorted into the 'touchy' place behind curtains.
The flight was lovely and we didn't crash into any immovable objects - even gravity was having a day off.
We walked patiently to passport control and proceeded to the luggage carousel. Our bags arrived as we approached.
A smooth trip from the airport to our 'home' for the next two weeks was peaceful and upon arrival we were greeted with genuine affection.
Within minutes of arrival however, a conversation occurred that was to be repeated several times - but that's ok.
Family Member - "My computer is not working"
Goth - "You're probably not using it right then"
FM - "But you can fix it right?"
Goth - "I could, but I'm on holiday"
*walks away and turns briefly to say, in a heavy Japanese accent*
"This was a good conversation"
(Part 1 of 3)