So I'm in Crete, went to Rethymnon today, had lunch at a nice bar on the front. The Mrs without her specs on points out a placque on the wall a couple of foot to my right. Oh this is Micks corner she says, I glance and FFS so it is, in red, 1889, the crest. Blunts. I get a bit queezy, share my thoughts, she tells me to get a grip, she has a point. I am however In blue and white but not the kit. She says I hope Mick doesn't want to sit in his corner, couldn't give a fuck I respond.
Anyway the very pleasant Greek guy who took our order in normal attire then reappears in those bacon stripes, I had to go and pay him, proper Greek, broken English, I actually respected him somewhat, whatd the story etc etc.
I told him to keep the change, usual ten per cent or so, it's what you do isn't it, he said it was too much, fucking 4 euros mate I thought, he tried to palm off 2 shots of ouzo as a call it quits. No thanks fella it's 2pm.
I then said Sheffield United then...he replied yes. I just responded I'm Wednesday..he laughed in a nice way to be fair, we then left and I've only just got over the 4 euro tip.
Any similar stories out there fellas from your travels?