Every damn year at the same patio bar in Tenerife.
Inbetween our Big Holidays we go on every 4 years or so Mrs Gabber and I go on holiday to the same place each year, mostly just to relax and drink beer in the sun. This typically involves us getting a nice table overlooking the sea around 3pm and sitting there making snide observations about passers-by until the sun sets or until we can barely stand, whichever comes first.

Most bars in Tenerife have waiter service but as this is a British themed place you have to go to the bar inside, but this one doesn't bother putting any signs up to that effect. The British just seem to 'get' this concept (the big clue is lots of people walking out of the bar with their own drinks and no waiters milling around) but ze Germans can't seem to make this association. We'll watch them find their seats and sit there politely waiting for that one person to never come and take their order.

The random part of my act of kindness is I only tell the ones that I like the look of that they need to go inside to buy their drinks. Sometimes the ones I don't like the look of will sit there for a good 15 minutes before stomping off in disgust.

Strangely some of them will still stomp off in disgust even after I've revealed this wonderfully obvious concept, like self service is an affront to their dignity or something.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Thu 9 Feb 2012, 19:47, 1 reply)

Argh!
Horrific abuse of the word random.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 9 Feb 2012, 20:12, closed)