|They should be quaking in their boots!!|
Paul outraged called for the mans boss and was escorted into a small room, in tears I followed. Would I ever get to stand in a shower again and open my mouth or be bitten by a bug without fearing for my life? Would I????? Paul explained what had happened to the ‘boss’ (Probably not the immigration officers boss but a luggage porter with a tie on) who surprise, surprise, sided with the officer and said Paul needed the certificate to travel, but if he didn’t have the certificate and wanted to travel ‘he knew what to do’ and again made a very slight hand gesture. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Paul then remembered that he had a soft copy of this sacred certificate on his email and asked if he could use a computer to print one out. ‘We have no computers or printers’ the ‘boss’ replied. What a load of
Despite everthing my mood changed to the better when I landed in sunny Manchester (It was actually sunny aswell!), I felt like ET when Elliott shows him lots of new things, proper buildings, perfect roads, no children begging, shops, millions of them, no car horns, it didn’t smell, when I had a shower I was like the girl out of the Herbal Essences advert, ouuuuu, ahhhhh, amaaaazzzinngg!!! I felt so grateful to be from such a great country!!!
As for Paul, after another hour of arguing he returned home, booked another flight for later that day and returned to the airport with his
stupid, crappy piece of sh*t certificate. As he approached the passport desk he kept the certificate in his pocket ‘Stamp, stamp’ he was through, not a question asked, not a certificate requested! Appalled, Paul searched frantically for the men who had bribed him, but there was no sign, he arrived at the hotel in Manchester 10 hours after me. Needless to say the FRRO will be receiving a very strongly worded letter from the Hanley’s!!