another holiday story.

When we were n Cyprus a few years back we walked from the Hotel up this track to a bar. When we arrived the bar was shut so we kept walking towards the main road to Pathos. Jan saw these people drinking at this bar so we went in and sat at the bar.
Chap ask what we wanted, I had a beer and Jan ask for a Tia Maria and Diet Coke. Chap said he had Kaliheua but no Tia Maria which was fine.
We had our drinks and the chap put some smally eats in front of us and went and talked to some people sitting down.
He then came back and made some really nice ice cream dish with fresh strawberries, Jan said, "that looks lovely" so he made her one. We then had another drink and ask him of a nice Restaurant near by.
He told us of a Greek night up the road but said it may be full, but there is a lovely steak restaurant just as you get to Pathos.
We drank our drinks and ask for the Bill............................"no bill mate, this is my house", we had been sat in a blokes house with his friends.

So Greek restaurant full, we went to Steak bar.
Jan ask for Mustard and the waiter bought a squeezy ketchup type bottle over. We both squeezed it and nowt, waiter had a go and it chundered all over Jan's white dress.
The waiter helped get off what he could, having a grope on the way, I was busy mopping the puddle up that had run down my leg.
Another couple came in and sat a few feet from us and asked for Mustard, wait for this...............the bottle wouldn't squeeze so the waiter had a go. Yep, out it shot.................all over Jan.

When I got up off the floor, the waiter was so apologetic as were the couple, free meal dress cleaned, taxi back to get changed etc............ nah forget all that I am staying here tonight drinking best fun in ages, Stick Mustard pots on all the tables.

Your story reminds me of what happened to LR some years ago now in Tenerife. Our daughters were with us so must have been in 2002. We stopped at a beach side place for something to eat. The meals came and we used the salt and pepper with no problem. LR used the salt and then picked up the pepper. The bottom fell off spilling pepper all over his food. My too daughters hid behind the menu's me I was trying not to look at him and not laugh but I was shaking.The tears were running down our faces. He was hungry and did not want to cause a fuss and send it back and have to wait. So he scraped as much of the pepper off as he could. When the waiter came to take the plates away he asked what had happened and he said they would have replaced it. We have never let him forget what happened,it could only happen to him

So which one of you un did it.

Two hot story's this morning already, ,

I am still laughing about it. I promise you we did not tamper with the pepper pot. We knew what Cam would do, explode with anger. We were very surprised he didn't

Mermaid wrote:Your story reminds me of what happened to LR some years ago now in Tenerife. Our daughters were with us so must have been in 2002. We stopped at a beach side place for something to eat. The meals came and we used the salt and pepper with no problem. LR used the salt and then picked up the pepper. The bottom fell off spilling pepper all over his food. My too daughters hid behind the menu's me I was trying not to look at him and not laugh but I was shaking.The tears were running down our faces. He was hungry and did not want to cause a fuss and send it back and have to wait. So he scraped as much of the pepper off as he could. When the waiter came to take the plates away he asked what had happened and he said they would have replaced it. We have never let him forget what happened,it could only happen to him

omg that was the funniest thing ever hiding behind the menu was no use cos my hands were shaking so much
i am going to take ages to calm myself down again
he had an omelette i remember
still no idea what happened cos sister had used it and it was fine

Admit MM, it was a dastardly plan cooked up by you and your sister

Topdog wrote:When we were n Cyprus a few years back we walked from the Hotel up this track to a bar. When we arrived the bar was shut so we kept walking towards the main road to Pathos. Jan saw these people drinking at this bar so we went in and sat at the bar.
Chap ask what we wanted, I had a beer and Jan ask for a Tia Maria and Diet Coke. Chap said he had Kaliheua but no Tia Maria which was fine.
We had our drinks and the chap put some smally eats in front of us and went and talked to some people sitting down.
He then came back and made some really nice ice cream dish with fresh strawberries, Jan said, "that looks lovely" so he made her one. We then had another drink and ask him of a nice Restaurant near by.
He told us of a Greek night up the road but said it may be full, but there is a lovely steak restaurant just as you get to Pathos.
We drank our drinks and ask for the Bill............................"no bill mate, this is my house", we had been sat in a blokes house with his friends.

So Greek restaurant full, we went to Steak bar.
Jan ask for Mustard and the waiter bought a squeezy ketchup type bottle over. We both squeezed it and nowt, waiter had a go and it chundered all over Jan's white dress.
The waiter helped get off what he could, having a grope on the way, I was busy mopping the puddle up that had run down my leg.
Another couple came in and sat a few feet from us and asked for Mustard, wait for this...............the bottle wouldn't squeeze so the waiter had a go. Yep, out it shot.................all over Jan.

When I got up off the floor, the waiter was so apologetic as were the couple, free meal dress cleaned, taxi back to get changed etc............ nah forget all that I am staying here tonight drinking best fun in ages, Stick Mustard pots on all the tables.

My brother was in Cyprus years ago. He likes to head off for a walk and see where the road takes him. Anyway, after a few hours, there was no sign of civilisation. He tried thumbing a lift but all the tourists drove by. Eventually, 2 hairy blokes on motorbikes stopped. He climnbed on the back of one of the bikes ( apprehensively I might add)....and ended up in the Cypriot Hells Angels annual meet up. He didn't get home until the next day. Luckily for him, he had phoned the hotel to tell his missus what had happened. Very friendly people those Cypriots!
P.S. They got him drinking zivania, which is the Cypriot Poteen ( moonshine). I tried it when I was over there, feckin lethal stuff. The bloke who gave it to us wouldn't allow the girls to drink it!

3rdforum wrote:Admit MM, it was a dastardly plan cooked up by you and your sister

i promise you it was not planned at all just one of those things that i will never forget
that and when he took a wrong turning...

Wrong turning ?- Spill