As all game shows need a hapless assistant, our grumpy check-in clerk can have the use of an elderly gentleman clearly suffering from Alzheimer’s (henceforth known as “The Goldfish” because of his magnificent memory retention) whose role is to float up and down the line of travellers and greet them enthusiastically every few minutes and then act surprised when he is informed that he has already spoken to them just moments earlier….repeat ad infinitum.
The travellers aim to get their somewhat over-loaded luggage (mainly because of the ridiculously small allowance provided – this is a ski holiday not a toothbrush and T-shirt affair) checked-in for as little extra cash as possible.
The grumpy check-in clerk's sole purpose in life is to make the travellers' journey as miserable and expensive an experience as possible….
Despite the fact we had paid for a 10th seat on the flight (it was as cheap to purchase the holiday chalet for 10 as for 9 and we had always hoped that we might manage to fill the last space) grumpy check in-clerk refused to include the 10th person's* luggage allowance, probably because this would have removed most of the tension from the game and any chance of her fleecing us right royally.
* The Goldfish was genuinely surprised that A.N.Other was a no show
After much haggling we ended up being charged only £15 extra between the 9 of us. This was somewhat of a result when you consider we had been willing to pay £30 each before the holiday for extra luggage. After initially being informed extra luggage was available, we were subsequently advised that the option had been withdrawn, in favour of charging people exorbitant amounts for each kilo over the allotted limit of a toothbrush and extra skimpy change of underwear…..I think we can count that as a moral victory.
A.N.Other - Just like the holiday A.N.Other didn’t make the Blog, which is just as well for me as it would make this magnificent nine feature a bit of a fraud….
There may have been more but if there were, like the average golfer miscounting shots, I've conveniently forgotten some of them.....
The drunken skier
Appropriately after the battle of the cases the holiday ended with a battle over Taxis. Having booked 2 taxis for 9 people and accompanying ski luggage the two buffoons that were our taxi drivers packed the vans so badly that there was only enough room for 8 passengers.
As a veteran of a ski holiday in which Mrs B and I drove across France in a convertible mini with 2 pairs of skis and full ski gear, I was not about to pay for an additional taxi and so forced them to re-pack, which they did rather begrudgingly, cheeky buggers….
and I guess me who only qualified because I live here.
It would be nice if you would go and pay your respects before association with the BlackLOG ends their credibility....