How Thick Can You Get…
Friday, June 30th, 2006 at 09:42amMy usual commute to work includes at least half an hour sitting on the Central Line (lovely – NOT), and in order to mitigate the tedium, I pick up the freebie paper Metro and have a gander.
Page 16 today has a fab little piece about stupid comments from holidaymakers, and includes such gems as:
- To a travel agent – “The Brochure says no hairdressers in the resort – we are trainee hairdressers, will we be able to go there?”
- In a letter to Airtours – “I’m never flying to Jamaica with Airtours again. It took us nine hours, but it only took the Americans three hours”
- Letter to holiday company – “I had a wonderful holiday in Kenya but I think I should bring to your Health & Safety department’s attention the fact that the animals were not fenced in”
- At airport check-in – “Can I have a window seat please, it’s a long journey and I would like some fresh air”
- During a hotel Quiz Night, on being asked “Which beetle did the ancient Egyptians revere?” – the reply was “I know this one, it was John Lennon!”
But my favourite has to be:
- To travel agent – “I believe you need a visa for Egypt – will MasterCard do?”





