When you live in a hostel, and your bed is not just your bed but your sofa and dinner table, you have to enjoy the small amusements...such as people getting locked in the kitchen. Occasionally, the wind slams the kitchen door shut, and it can be a bitch to get back open. Those of us who have been here a while know to turn the handle all the way to the left and slam a hip against the door. The newbies and passers through yank on the handle and push and yank on the handle some more and push some more and...[you get the picture] until they finally bust through and almost fall down from the effort. It can be amusing.
Not so amusing is the parasites, and I'm not referring to bugs...just a couple of English and German blokes here at the moment. One of the regular passers through is a fella who drives up on the weekends to sell at the local markets. When he comes back on Saturday, he sometimes has some food to share and as yesterday it was pissing down all day, I guess the vendors were giving away what would spoil to each other, so he came back with potatoes, 3 types of bread, 3 types of homemade ravioli (mushroom, spinach and pumpkin...amazing), cheese, salmon, spinach, lettuce, pasta sauce, and olive oil. Anyway, he was going to cook it up and share it with all who were interested. Sure, we hung around to get some, but the greediness and vulture-like quality of some of our hostel dwellers were sickening. They took huge amounts of what was meant for all, one even stole a bag of lettuce. This morning when I was making a potato, spinach, egg and cheese skillet from some of the leftovers which the fella gave to us at the end, one of them even came around looking at my food, intently. People are truly amazing!
"Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveler, belonging no more to one place than the next, moves slowly, over periods of years from one part of the earth to another." -Paul Bowles
5 comments:
Go for it Susan - tell them bluntly they've had their share and they can Foxtrot Oscar.... Especially if staring at your food. I have a cat to do this, I couldn't stand a human trying it.
I would be seriously tempted to cook something smelling wonderful and when the person is staring intently simply scrape it straight into the bin. Wait for the compalint and when it comes offer him the bin telling him that as he has acted like a bin you thought he might appreciate receiving it in one.....
But then I'm a bitch (and a male one at that!) :-)
Steve
lmao! steve you are fantastically witty and amusing. you must visit more often:) don't worry, i stared back and he left. i am a bitch as well. after 8 months at this place, i rarely make friends as you learn to be able to smell out the weirdos straight off. i'm not sure if i should tell you the further story about this same fellow, who had his pants down to his knees in the kitchen the next day...
WTF??? he was not induling in a little "American pie" was he?
I know (and have worked with) some guys who will shag anything - with a pulse or without, but in the kitchen for God's sake. (must tell you some time about a guy called Pat, whom I used to work with)
So what did he say he was doing? That would be the most interesting
hahaha
Steve
Not as exciting as it sounds...fortunately. He had his pants down to his knees, but his undies on, and as he was sitting at the table about to eat, and had mentioned before he was diabetic, I did wonder if he might be giving himself an injection...although I did not stay long enough to look closely!
I just love the part where you enjoy watching people get locked in the kitchen. How amusing :) Although I got locked in a bathroom once at my boyfriend's friends house and literally had to yell for them to come get me out. I was probably in there for 10 minutes before they heard me!
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