WHO NEEDS A HAIRDRYER IN THE AIRPORT

INTRODUCTION

One thing I realised while perusing the airport was the sheer nonsense that fills the duty-free section. For example, who goes on a trip and brings a hairdryer? Is that a normal thing? If so, wouldn’t a towel and a brush suffice for a short weekend away?

As someone who doesn’t frequently use a hairdryer, I do at least know how they work. But there was a testing area, which, frankly, made no sense. For one, you probably don’t have wet hair at the airport, especially during those early morning flights. So what exactly are you testing? Blasting hot air onto your face? How does that persuade anyone to buy it?

I suppose it’s the same logic as buying a kitchen tap and sink, you wouldn’t expect a testing area where you could wash some dishes or fill up a tub. Or a bed. You can’t exactly lie down and get a feel for it before purchasing. And yet, when it comes to buying a car, test driving is an absolute necessity. None of it makes sense to me.

CLOTHING

Then there are the clothing shops in the duty-free area, which, to be fair, proved useful when I realised I’d forgotten my swim shorts. But the atmosphere? Not ideal. The store blared intense techno music, which might be great in another setting, just not when you’re trying to decide between blue or black shorts. It made the decision-making process unnecessarily stressful. I feel like I’m too old to shop in a place like that, even though I’m barely an adult. I feel I have the mental age of an elderly man or a stereotypical elderly gentleman. My favourite biscuit is a good Rich Tea, and I love listening to BBC Radio 2. I have a strong passion for Yorkshire Tea, and I can’t handle subtle changes in temperature.

CONCLUSION

I’ll end by saying I’ve never bought a car, nor bed, nor sink. But I think that’s what it’s like.