HAPPY TALK: The Bridge

This story is true, actually happened last week, and fits in nicely with this month’s cruising edition.  The names (and the ship) have been deleted to protect the innocent. 

Barcelona is probably Europe’s largest cruise port.

On a gorgeous August dawn the mighty liner docked in her regular place up by the towering bridge, the only roadway to the ship terminals. 

After supervising mooring the captain retired to his cabin, put on his pyjamas, and called it quits.

At 09:00 his emergency alarm went off and (controlled) panic ensues.

“There’s been an accident on the bridge,” said the switchboard operator.

Out rushes this most senior of officers just as he is (fortunately in his nightwear).

“What’s the problem?”

“No problem.”

“It appears that there has been a road traffic disagreement on the right of way at the very top of the opening structure. 

A (ROAD) ACCIDENT ON THE BRIDGE.

It took 45 minutes to sort things out with the cars and coaches by which time the Captain had returned to his private quarters and a somewhat embarrassed switchboard operator was thanking the Hotel Director for the copy of the Oxford Dictionary.

All more or less true except for the dictionary bit. The ship in question had one in the library.

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