Quite what the attraction was in the ATM inside the supermercado, who knows but a discussion was taking place between the unattractive tuetons whom boasted sunburn, bad teeth and body odour.
“Veeee no vot veeee arrr dooooing” the female of the duo offered in that curious guttural rattle which often accompanies the vocalising of Germans attempting English.
My impatience had become almost tangible. “So what are we / you / us waiting for?”
Who said Germans were efficient. Not these two, whom could have been on day release from a padded cell…near you!....
Vorsprung durch Technik…..not!
I thought living amongst majorero had slowed life pace to a mere saunter, but there are impatient moments, and the Scot was having a few..
A bus queue, any bus queue, in the estacion municipal de guaguas or outside the shopping centre, it matters not one hoot. The individual(s) whom are determined to climb aboard first don’t speak the lingo…don’t appear to know where they are going, nor are they familiar with euro currency. And for a reason which escapes the Scot, it all appears to induce giggling. I sometimes have to wait so long that any congelados begin to melt…
Along with patience ……..
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