Dumb Waiter .... and I don't mean the lift thing.

After my last class this afternoon I decided to go to a café nearby for a glass of coke and a little snack. I clearly picked the wrong bar, it was like entering a bloody morgue, the waiting staff were clearly not happy to be there.

The first waiter just plain ignored my request for a café con leche so I tried my luck with the waitress and ordered a coke. I sat down and tried to relax with my ice-cold beverage when the fun really began. Not only does the bar have the atmosphere of a funeral it also seems to employ the most ignorant people imaginable.

One waiter decided to ask the Moroccan pensioner at my side if he was going to watch his country playing Spain tonight, to which of course he replied no since Tunisia is not his country. The barman then asked what the difference was because he thought they were the same, I mean they share a border right? Er, no, not last time I checked unless Algeria has disappeared! So the Moroccan answered that the waiter was Spanish and not Portuguese or French just because they shared borders with Spain. Then the dumb waiter replied that no he wasn't Spanish but in fact he was European. By this point I think I was rolling my eyes around and huffing and puffing, but it only got worse.

The dumb waiter said that if we were living in Spain what did we call Galicia and Euskadi???? He then said what about the other 26 Autonomous Communities?? I started running through them in my head and I made 16 + Melilla and Ceuta so I forgot one, Aragon. There are 18, not 28! So then I thought perhaps he meant the Provinces but of course 28 is a long way off the actual number of 50. I couldn't help myself and I just started giggling in my chair.

Geography is clearly not that waiter's strong point. Ruining my enjoyment of a quiet drink on a sunny afternoon clearly is.