Trifter

I’ve never been much of a complainer myself, preferring to just put up and shut up, but it’s amazing some of the complaints our holiday reps have to put up with.  Check some of these out.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/weird-wide-world/6198065/Strong-alcohol-and-melting-ice-creams-top-list-of-bizarre-holiday-complaints.html

I can remember being on holiday in Killin, Scotland.  My family stayed in a small B&B and a young, rather well to do young couple joined us after a couple of days.  One night the ‘gentlemen’ decided they’d have an evening with mein host and share a wee dram or two and the majority of us females retired to our boudoirs.  After about an hour or so, the women heard a bit of a ruckus coming from the main sitting room.  My father informed us the next morning that the well to do young lady had gone to the communal bathroom before retiring, put on the light and found someone had left the bathroom window open, but instead of doing the obvious thing and shutting the window, she’d continued her ablutions and then went bursting into the sitting room to complain to the owner of the B&B that the bathroom was full of moths!

On a later holiday in Wales, our family had progressed from B&B accommodation and towed our own caravan.  We stayed at a beautiful site near Lake Bala.  The site was actually located in the field of a local farmer and each morning the caravanners could be seen heading towards the farmhouse to get a newspaper and a pint of fresh milk and to pay for their pitch if they wanted to stay for another day.  My Dad joined the line of happy campers but, to his amazement, the man in front bought a paper and a pint of milk but then said that he and his wife wouldn’t be staying another night and demanded half his money back for the previous day.  The farmer enquired why.  Did the gentleman find the facilities were not up to scratch; was he disturbed at all by noise during the night?  His answer?  He and his wife had been walking round the lake and had found themselves swarmed with midges!!  He indicated that, when he’d gone to pay for the pitch the previous day, the farmer hadn’t warned him that there were midges in the area!  Duh!!!  Warm sunny weather, waterside position … what was the guy on?

Many years later, my partner and I took a holiday in Malta in a wonderful hotel overlooking Meliha Bay.  We had a fantastic restaurant serving equally fantastic food.  One night a family sat opposite us and ordered macaroni cheese.  The man then, very loudly, complained that they got macaroni cheese!!  Their main gripe was that people like us who’d ordered fish, chips and peas, or chicken with vegetables had been given vegetables and he hadn’t.  The restaurant happily gave him a dish of carrots and peas to keep him quiet, but bearing in mind all the other dishes on the menu had indicated that they were served with veg, the macaroni cheese hadn’t!!!  It was so tempting to go across to his table and tell him to try reading the menu in future.