“Fight Against Stupidity And Bureaucracy”
This is a sort of follow on from yesterday’s blog about Mr Nicholas Scotti, the worst tourist in the world.
Today’s is about Mrs Josephine Williams and her family, who in 1975 went to meet a long-lost brother at Heathrow Airport (London).
Eventually the traveller wandered into the airport lounge, greatly relaxed by the in-flight drinking facilities, and was immediately smothered with the kisses of Mrs Williams and her sisters.
“Gee, this is great,” he kept saying, all the while cuddling Mrs Williams in a manner which she later described as “not like a brother.”
His enthusiasm for British hospitality was modified, however, when Mr Williams shook his hand firmly and ushered him to a parked car.
They first suspected that something might be amiss when their long-lost relative tried to jump out of the car while travelling at speed up the motorway.
When told that he was being taken to a family reunion in Coventry, he replied, “Take my money. Here’s my wallet. Take it and let me go.”
Slumped miserably in the front seat, he added, “This is the first time I have been to England and I am being kidnapped.”
“I thought from the beginning he wasn’t my brother,” Mrs Williams said later, “but my sisters wouldn’t listen. They said I was only twelve when he left for America and wouldn’t remember.”
They had taken home a complete stranger! I don’t know if they ever met up with their brother or not.