the shining, spanish style
I know I just posted but fuck it.


Got to South spain's main airport (forget which one it is now) to find that our flight was delayed by about 5 hours. Not one to stand for any shit I marched up to the Iberia checkin desk and demanded compensation. The family and I were told we could all have a complimentary meal at the best restaurant in the airport. "great" I thought looking forward to some tasty fayre.
We traipsed up to the food area and entered the most desolate, cold horrible restaraunt you ever saw. I'm not kidding but it looked just like the bar in The Shining, with one very very old, lonely man sitting behind the till and no customers whatsoever. Alarm bells had already sounded but we carried on regardless. Handing our tokens to the old man we sat down and waited for the menu. It didn't arrive. The old man hobbled over and told us that we were having soup, then Chicken.
There clearly wasn't any staff, just an old man. He shuffled off and we waited, and waited, and waited, and waited. Finally he turns up with four bowls of vegetable soup which looked and smelled like sick. I had one spoonful and politely spat it back into the bowl. Unfortunately the old man was watching and seemed to take great offence at this. "whats wrong with my food?" he asked in broken english. Never one to mince my words I told him that it was shit and had come out of a tin can, and had been microwaved. With a downfallen puppies face he told me it couldn't be shit as was a great cook who had cooked for the Beatles and the Queen of England.
By this point my mum had run out of the restaraunt pissing herself laughing, closely followed by my sister. My brother and I sat there trying to stifle our laughter, but we ended our nice Spanish holiday laughing in a sad old mans face. We didn't wait for the Chicken.
(drshipman iz in yr shower killing yr nan, Thu 27 Apr 2006, 22:54, Reply)