Gran Canaria's airport lacks a name of some local significance - such as Juan Guedes or Matafolios Don Benito airport -, perhaps Gando airport by the bay. Not a trace in memory of the flight of the Dragon Rapide, that July 18, 1936.
On Saturday, three crowded early morning flights arrived in Gando from Madrid, Barcelona and Bilbao, the cream of Spain. All at the same time.
And all with a car rental reservation in the main island company...
Before recounting “National episodes. The Spaniards and a two-hour queue", it is worth clarifying that anyone who has not rented a car in the Canary Islands does not know what a neighborhood cinema evening is: low rates, unlimited mileage and all-risk insurance so that they sell you want to crash into the first delivery van.
After an hour and a half, we are at the head of the queue. There are no vehicles left and we have to wait for them to respond to the urgent call made to all parts of the island. Dunkirk!
A robust canary stands in front of the counter and opens hostilities in front of three employees whom in the past we would have treated as young ladies: "I want to speak to the manager!".
- The person in charge is not there.
- There is always someone in charge!
Right words. Spain would not exist without the person in charge. Naturally, the person in charge is where he wants and not where his presence is required, otherwise he would not be the person in charge.
After the canary, two ladies burst in with airs from Calahorra and a solemn "we could go this far". They agree that if the wait is prolonged - it's half past twelve - the company should pay for their lunch.
The old ladies are worried: Gando's mutiny is brewing. I, not least, look at them with an incorruptible face: you are beautiful but times have changed and I demand my Opel Corsa. They give me an Alfa Romeo and goodbye thirst for revenge (a complaint or maybe some toxic review on the internet). Better to bellow than to litigate. It will be laziness, civic value.
Oh, the Alfa Romeo is automatic, so if I want to, I crash into the first palm tree I see.
