The hotel in Mauritania that I endure when in work never ceases to amaze me with its forward thinking.
Today, lunchtime, I headed back to cook myself some dinner (lunch if you’re posh) to find that all the cooking utensils had been removed from my kitchen.
Hmm, heating my green beans is going to be difficult. A quick call to the hotel manager should sort it.
“Hi, all the cooking utensils have been taken from my kitchen.”
“Is there any chance I could have them back?”
“Ah, because we’re getting you a brand new set.”
“Excellent news, are they on their way up now, as I need to cook my dinner.”
“No, they’re coming from France, should be here in three weeks.”
“Right, three weeks. Could I suggest that you bring the old ones back in the meantime?”
“No, we’ve thrown them out, as we’re getting you new ones.”
“Yes, in three weeks.”
“How am I going to cook for the next three weeks?”
“Er .. um.. er … um…… We’ll take some from another room tonight and bring them round”
Cold green beans aren’t the best.