The Gran Canaria airport is not named after any local hero – such as Juan Guedes airport or Matafolios Don Benito –, perhaps Gando airport by the bay. No trace of the flight of the Dragon Rapide, that July 18, 1936.

Three early and crowded flights arrived in Gando on Saturday from Madrid, Barcelona and Bilbao, the cream of Spain. All at the same time.

And all with a car rental reservation with the leading island company…

Before recounting “National episodes. The Spaniards and a two-hour queue”, it is worth clarifying that anyone who has not rented a car in the Canary Islands does not know what an afternoon at a local movie is like: low rates, unlimited mileage and comprehensive insurance so that one gets the urge. colliding with the first delivery van.

After an hour and a half, we were already at the head of the queue. There are no vehicles left and we have to wait for them to respond to the urgent call to all parts of the island. Dunkirk!

A robust canary stands in front of the counter and opens hostilities with three employees whom we would have once treated as ladies: “I want to talk to the manager!”

-The manager is not there.

-There is always a manager!

Right words. Spain would not exist without the figure of the manager. Naturally, the person in charge is doing his thing and not where his presence is required, otherwise he would not be the person in charge.

Once the canary has been dealt with, two ladies burst in with Calagurritan airs and a solemn “we could go this far.” They agree that if the wait is prolonged – it is half past eleven – the company should pay for lunch.

The old ladies are worried: the Gando mutiny is brewing.

I, not to be outdone, look at you with an incorruptible face: you are beautiful but times have changed and I demand my Opel Corsa. They give me an Alfa Romeo and goodbye thirst for revenge (a complaint or perhaps some toxic review on the internet). Better to bawl than to litigate. It will be laziness, civic value.

Ah, the Alfa Romeo is automatic so if I want I’ll crash into the first palm tree I see.