Then we got a taxi to airport. The dummy forgot to turn his meter off before trying to rip off us whities like usual. I paid him what was fair and told him to do one and we flew with no hassles at all. And we got our Burger King in the end too because there was one in the terminal! Great success. Oh and there was some little fluffy dog that no self respecting man would be seen walking, the type that I'm sure was bred to fit in a handbag, which Laura also delighted over. Cockapoo it was called, shameful.