Silly Cow

 

After a full-on week at Carter on the Costa us four foot-weary soldiers made our way to Alicante airport for the flight home. Due to horrendous thunderstorms back in Ireland all Irish flights were delayed......by FIVE HOURS.

But it could have been worse, they could have decided to fly through all that thunder, lightening and turbulence! NO THANKS!

We were starving so we went over to Burger King to get something to eat (before our diets which start on Monday!!!)

I stood staring blankly at the screen that you tap and prod to make your selection and then I went inside to await my order. When my number came up, I went to the counter. I looked at my covered cup and asked the server

"Milk?"

I can't understand why in other countries they haven't realised that of course Irish people put milk in their tea,

He looked at me in amazement and started waving his hands about and saying something in Spanish.

I remained calm and repeated

"Milk, please."

He shook his head and gesticulated again, refusing to get what I asked for.

I thought it was due to the language barrier so I replied once more in my best Spanish

"Milk? Moo...." just in case he didn't understand me.

He flapped his hands wildly and then went off to serve the next customer.

I was too tired to argue so I took my tray and returned to my seat, vexed at his rudeness.

It was only as I was removing the lid from my cup that I suddenly remembered.

I HAD ORDERED A DIET COKE!

Of course he had thought I was mad for wanting to put milk into it

AND I HAD MOOed AT HIM!!!