I delight when friends visit from Scotland. My joy at their arrival is surpassed only by my happiness as I wave goodbye a week – or, God forbid, two weeks – later.
However, I was particularly glad to say farewell to two recent visitors, Roddy and Alex, long-time Scottish friends. A most embarrassing moment happened in a steak-house. We managed to order steaks and red wine without any obvious faux pas. However, half way through the meal, Roddy whispered urgently, “I have to leave right now!â€
“What’s wrong?†I enquired. He explained. After their meal the two ladies at the next table had put on their coats and left. Roddy noticed they had left half a bottle of red wine. Not wanting to waste it, he emptied it into our glasses.
I reassured him that the ladies had obviously ordered more than they could drink. “It’s not okay,†he said in terror, “They’re back. They were only having a cigarette!â€
With that, Roddy went to the loo, leaving yours truly to make a red-faced explanation in primitive French. Thankfully, they saw the funny side of it and Roddy was released from his self-imposed exile.
The only bright side to the whole embarrassing affair came when the ladies asked which country we hailed from. All three of us answered in one voice, “England!â€
Father Steve Gilhooley
Our Lady of Faith, Roman Catholic Church, Lausanne.