It’s happening. You can feel the blood pump ferociously underneath your skin, which itself is already starting to produce small beads of sweat. You feel the salty substance trickle down your travel-worn and dehydrated complexion.
Oh, how you wish you had packed a hyaluronic sheet mask in your travel bag. You shake your head, uncaring of how strange you might appear to other passengers. You won’t let skincare distract you from the Olympic task at hand. Locating and removing your precious luggage from the infinitely spinning conveyor belt of doom.
