One of the problems about organising a holiday for twenty-four adult males, is that they regress into their childhood selves and come to you with issues they would normally resolve themselves quite easily.
As a result, my first few drinks of each evening tended to be of the soft variety in order to take in the issues of the day.
The waitress came over and took drinks orders from the various groups among us.
“I’ll just have a pint of coke please, mucho gracias.” I said, having finally mastered the local lingo.
She returned a few moments later with my large coca-cola.
“That’ll be seven Euros please.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Seven Euro.”
“I think there’s been some mistake. This is a coke. Are you sure you don’t have me mixed up with someone who ordered a beer?”
“No. The beer is six Euros a pint. Coke is seven.”
“A coke costs more than a beer? Seriously? I used to work in a cinema, in fact I was stand-in manager on Sundays, despite only being 17 – but that bit is not important, except to show how responsible I was a teenager – and I know for a fact that post-mix coke, which this is, costs about twenty cents a pint! That’s a mark up of……HAS ANYONE GOT A CALCULATOR? ANYONE?…..A CALCULATOR?…..that’s a mark up of about 3500%!”
“I don’t make the rules, sorry.”
I decided to drink only alcohol from this point, which is apparently not a suitable excuse for not adequately sorting out everybody’s issues. Yes, your luggage might still be lost, but you should blame the profiteering Spanish landlords.
drinks · puerto banus · spain
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Equine Pimp · September 19, 2008 at 12:02 pm
You’re going to have to remind me. Although there were 24 people going, who was it who selected the destination of this holiday?
I would blame that person and that person alone for the location being that expensive.
Keef · September 19, 2008 at 1:06 pm
You drink that mixed shit out of the tap?, Coke is bad enough but at least drink the bottled stuff! I’m starting to think that this persona you try to present to your loyal fans of being a suave playboy may in fact be a charade.
Sam · September 21, 2008 at 9:57 am
Five sodding quid for a coke? I’m coming over all emotional just thinking about it…