My Last International Escort?

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Taxi awaits. I finish ironing my shirt. I double check everything. I get through the door. I grab my cab vouchers and itinerary from the car. I straighten my shirt in the car window. I turn to walk down the drive towards the taxi.

My mobile rings and a Scots accent fills my ears, "Andrew! The escort's cancelled! As of right now!"

I walk back inside. Put my bags down. Grab a beer.

So much for Sri Lanka.