Padlocks? Possibly misheard.
After all the panic about my son's missing-and-now-found passport had subsided, we were left with the fact that we had two padlocked, but openable, suitcases. Not a problem during the week, but at some point we would have to zip them properly for the journey home.
I went to reception (again).
"Hola, have you got a set of...".
I stopped at that point thinking that maybe "bolt-croppers" wouldn't translate too well into Spanish.
"Um, I need to cut some padlocks off a suitcase" and proceeded to make a gesture that looked like I was beating a small child in both ears at the same time.
The woman behind the desk looked at me blankly for a while and then the light dawned.
"Come back at 4 o'clock, the man weel be ere weeth 'is chopper"
"Hokay, thank you"
Eventually at about half-four a young bloke turned up at the apartment sporting a manic grin and holding a *huge* DeWalt cordless angle grinder. It was brand new and he was obviously itching to use it. I made a sad face and pointed silently to the 1" padlock on each case. He gave little sigh and promptly cut through the hasps with knackered old pair of side-cutters from his back pocket. He lovingly patted the DeWalt as if to say "never mind; next time" and left.
Now somewhere in Palma there's someone with two useless keys and an equally useless set of car-hire documents.
At least they can open a bottle of beer.
I went to reception (again).
"Hola, have you got a set of...".
I stopped at that point thinking that maybe "bolt-croppers" wouldn't translate too well into Spanish.
"Um, I need to cut some padlocks off a suitcase" and proceeded to make a gesture that looked like I was beating a small child in both ears at the same time.
The woman behind the desk looked at me blankly for a while and then the light dawned.
"Come back at 4 o'clock, the man weel be ere weeth 'is chopper"
"Hokay, thank you"
Eventually at about half-four a young bloke turned up at the apartment sporting a manic grin and holding a *huge* DeWalt cordless angle grinder. It was brand new and he was obviously itching to use it. I made a sad face and pointed silently to the 1" padlock on each case. He gave little sigh and promptly cut through the hasps with knackered old pair of side-cutters from his back pocket. He lovingly patted the DeWalt as if to say "never mind; next time" and left.
Now somewhere in Palma there's someone with two useless keys and an equally useless set of car-hire documents.
At least they can open a bottle of beer.
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