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Something peculiar happened to me whilst I was using the Stansted airport parking facilities the other month, for my holiday abroad. I was getting out of my car – as I’d just parked and was unloading my luggage and stuff I’d brought with me to take to the terminal, and this strange gentleman approached me. He was wearing some sort of ridiculous looking trench coat, as if he was pretending to be a secret agent from a movie or something. I tried not to pay too much attention to him, as I had a plane to catch and was still unloading the car anyway, but the man just stood there for what seemed like an age and I just had to turn and face him and ask him what his problem was and if I could help him in any way. As I turned to face him, I noticed something remarkable about the way he was dressed, sure enough, he was wearing a dark trench coat like he thought it was a cool thing to do, but the shirt I could see underneath was some sort of luminous yellow color, like those jackets that workmen usually wear when they’re working on-site. The man looked rather bizarre in this combination of clothing. I stood there looking at this guy for a few seconds, trying to take it all in, I asked if he needed help or anything, the man replied: “Um, excuse me? Is this the Luton airport parking area?” I told him that he was sadly mistaken and was indeed even in the wrong part of the country. He then went on some tirade about how Satnav and GPS could never get anything right and that technology just wasn’t the answer. I mentioned something about maybe using a proper map next time, bid the man farewell and proceeded on my way to the airport, and safety.