Tom met me at Wellington Airport.
'Where is he? He seemed to be expecting a furry black varmint to be peeking out from my handbag. 
'Have to go to a separate part of the terminal.' I said. 
We collected my luggage and then drove the car around to the freight section.
Inside we wandered about until an attendant came out from the back.
'Is this what your'e looking for?' he pointed. There was only one item on the counter - a beer crate.
'That's must be it.' Tom picked up the crate and we went back to ...
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