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Bob’s sign today says: ‘Mr Smith’. He’s been in the Arrivals hall for three hours without success, hovering near ‘Nothing to Declare’.
He knows the faces of most of the other drivers, all suits and Bluetooth – each day different signs held up with different names. They wait like stray dogs at the pound: ‘Pick me, pick me.’
You have to choose a likely-sounding name to increase the odds in your favour, or scour the faces for lost souls who will go with anyone. It’s a serious business: anyone not chosen by the time the airport closes gets put down.
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