I WAS reading about some of the daft complaints holidaymakers have made. The Association of British Travel Agents have kept a log of some of the silliest.
Like the young lady who enquired: “The brochure stated: 'No hairdressers at the accommodation'. We’re trainee hairdressers - will we be OK staying here?”
A guest in a hotel in Birmingham claimed the night-lights in his room left him confused.
“I accidentally thought the walk-in wardrobe was the loo.”
A chap was angry when he arrived at the cottage he had booked because “the sea was a lot farther away than the pictures in the brochure”. The tide was out.
“It’s lazy of the local shopkeepers to close in the afternoons,” said a lady.
“I often needed to buy things during siesta time. This should be banned."
“There are too many Spanish people. The receptionist speaks Spanish. The food is Spanish. Too many foreigners.” Guess where they were staying?
“Topless sunbathing on the beach should be banned. The holiday was ruined as my husband spent all day looking at other women.”
An Australian complained the soup was too thick at a self service buffet, only to discover he had been drinking gravy.
“On my holiday to Goa in India, I was disgusted to find that almost every restaurant served curry. I don't like spicy food at all.”
Should have gone to Specsavers- and read the resort description.
“I would like to complain about the price of alcohol in the resort. It was too cheap and I woke with a hangover every day.”
“The beach was too sandy.”
"We bought Ray-Ban sunglasses for five euros from a street trader, only to find out they were fake.’’ Shock, horror!
The complaint - and response - I liked best was the true Brit who had an argument with a waiter in France, which is something you should never do, as I once found to my cost.
The chap told le garcon that he should treat his customers as kings. “Le client est roi,” he said.
The waiter replied in perfect English and with impeccable sang froid: “But don’t you know what we did to our kings?”