BANGLE MAG - Magazine - Page 50
Dear Viv,
It bothers me indescribably when people
stand so close behind me that I can feel
their presence, and sometimes their breath
on my neck, whether in a shop or waiting
to board a plane.
Traumatized Girl of Idaho
Dearest Gem,
Bangle’s in-house agony aunt,
Vivienne Vulture, responds to your
cultural gripes.
Dear Viv,
Having survived the intrusive indignities of
security, why do British airports now insist
you traverse a Duty Free slalom course?
The walkway is always too narrow,
inevitably becoming clogged by those unable
to resist stopping and gawping.
Frustrated of South Lanarkshire.
Awrite, Pal?
I agree the situation is far more civilised in
airports like Geneva International, where you
can stu昀昀 your beak with a choice of strudel,
brioche or pannetone before smothering it in
Chanel moisturiser, sans rubberneckers.
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I can relate to your concerns, although I’m
conscious that I’m usually the one doing the
breathing. Force of habit, as a scavenger. The
best solution I can think of is the application of
salsd cream, which can usually be found in the
condiments section of the airport bars.
Dear Viv,
What is the polite way to get someone
sitting on a double seat on a commuter
train to remove their bag from the second
seat when they refuse because it’s too big
for the overhead shelf?
Exasperated in carriage D
Word.
My usual strategy is to move the bag for them,
in an unsolicited act of kindness. This usually
frees up the window seat when the passenger
jumps up to thank me.
