Another case of Red Rocho, this refers to my short fuse. As im starting to realise, claire, i know weve argued about this, but i am willing to admit that i can strop up quite easily. Especially in Spain, when i cant get my frieken message across. I think its that feeling of knowing that you are being treated differently because you are a foreigner, one things for sure in spain they never want to bend the rules for guirris! Short version- as the version I reccounted to my flatmates today in spanish was difficult, long winded and tiring!
Went to go to the movies, literally
running late, arrived 3 minutes late, bought ticket, the guy at the door tells me that i can only enter upstairs. so i walk up the stairs and after 5 minutes of going into offices, the toilets and the projector room i eventually find the entrance to the cinema. Cant find my friends though, calling out to them, with lots of spanish people shhhing me, so i assume they must be downstairs. I beg and plee with guy, debate with him, ask him whether he would watch the movie upstairs if his friends were downstairs. He is indignant, rude, patronising, and i decide to walk out in huff, saying something rude in spanish and english, screw up my ticket and throw it on the floor! Get a msg a minute later.... we are upstairs... nice one em! so needless to say missed out on the latest flick with jude law-which I heard later wasnt that great anyway.