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Motorways Need Improvements. I'm Thinking Swans, Gold and Naked ModelsBY: Alessandro Saetta Vinci | Category: Entertainment | Submitted: 2012-02-08 10:56:06
It is actually pretty ironic that the areas where you can stop on each side of a motorway should be called service station because to serve you is absolutely the last thing they do. Now I don't know about you but each time I stop for some fuel, and the nearest service station always has the dearest petrol, something goes wrong. Most of the times, for a starter, they don't accept credit cards. Which, for a guy who has four credit cards but at best 5 cents in his pocket all the time is a bit of an issue. So what I have to do is either find a cash point, which I can never find and if I do it doesn't work, or soldier on to the next petrol station. And this goes for pretty much every country I visit. I was once lost in Britain and because we were extremely tired and extremely hungry, we stopped at a service station near Devon, or Exeter, or it could've been Newcastle. At first glance things looked rather good, the place was empty so I figured that in a couple of minutes I would be enjoying some cold beer and some hot dish. We sat down immediately and immediately we ran into a problem. The waitress, which had the same aesthetic presence of a wardrobe, told us that the chef, apparently they only had one, was sort of feeling sick so all we could have was bangers and mash. Well, no big deal, you may imagine. Walking into an English restaraunt to be told they only have bangers and mash is a bit like walking into a Japanese restaurant and be told you could only have Sushi. Except, the food we were about to be served had been pre-cooked, about a thousand years earlier. This could've scarcely been acceptable if the beer they gave us what sort of cold, the service was sort of good and the waiting time was sort of minimum. Needless to say, it didn't go like that. So there we were, lost in Britain, with rubbish food, warm beer and a wardrobe to serve us. And before my beloved Brits raise their voices and fingers I'd like to point out that it isn't only Britain. I've had the same sort of trouble everywhere. You see, because they're phisically on the road of whichever journey any transporter has to make to dispatch goods, service stations are usually the first to get products. So, whenever something goes wrong, they're the last to be affected. Then why exactly is everything a tiny bit more expensive than it is in supermarkets? In Italy, for instance, most food and beverage companies are based upnorth. But if you buy a coffee from the closest service station you can find on route from the factory it's gonna be more expensive than the one you would buy in Southern bars. Why? These days you could take a train or a ferry or a plane in absolute comfort. You'll be served swan on a silver platter, massaged by several Thai girls and you'll be able to sleep for the rest of your journey cuddled in blankets made out of melted down gold and fur that comes from animals that are now extinct. Given the amount of time we spend on motorways, wouldn't it make sense to do something about that kind of journey? I don't mind paying an awful lot for fuel and an incredibly high sum of money to the government to be allowed to drive on public motorways, as long as the service you provide on my way is excellent. Instead what you and I get in exchange for paying handsomely high taxes are sandwiches with burnt bread but cold ham and cheese, tasteless Coke, awful coffee and please don't get me started with restrooms. So Mr Cameron, Mr Monti, Mrs Merkel and the rest of you lot. What I'm wishing to ask you is simple. Please decorate restrooms in petrol stations with Rembrandts, provide me with sandwiches filled with goose and flamingos and hire Heidi Klum and Olga Kurylenko in bikini to fill my tank. Then, I shall gladly pay nearly 2 € per litre of petrol and 1 € for every 15 miles of motorway. Which, incidentally, is what I already do. Article Source: http://www.writearticles.org/ About Author / Additional Info: Comments on this article: (0 comments so far)
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