Heathrow International Airport? You suck.
A missive from the Zesty trenches Dear Reader, in which Zesty's fearless Papa Barney travelled to the U.K. on business this week.
The aforementioned Barney arrived at Heathrow to make a connecting flight to Leeds. It took him approximately an hour and a half to get to his connecting flight's gate, which is another epic of effwittery yet to be fully investigated [British Midland, I'm looking at you.]
My father then arrived at his hotel in Leeds, and as planned, has been going about his business in the U.K.
Oh by the way - nobody's asked for his passport yet.
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