25 years ago I went on a holiday to Magaluf with five friends for a week. The usual sun, sea, and….. sangria 18-30 piss up.
Every morning (and by morning, I mean lunchtime) we’d get up and go to a local restaurant for “breakfast” - six breakfasts and six Coca-Colas every day.
The waiter was a middle aged Spanish guy and every day he made the same joke - at the end of the order he’d say “So that’s six breakfasts, six colas….” and then after starting to walk away he’d turn around and say “….and six bacardis”, laugh his head off, cheeky wink, and the disappear off to the kitchen.
For some reason, he has stuck in my head. I can still remember what he was wearing, what he looked like, exactly what he said. I met him all of three times but he’s stayed in my mind ever since.
I have actual friends from back then who I lost touch with who I can barely remember. But I’d know that waiter if I walked past him in the street today.
Anyone else experienced anything similar? Someone you met once or a small number of times but who sticks in your mind?