Mikiatures 33 - Bright Side Of The Road

Bright Side Of The Road
‘Excuse me? Which way to the university, please?’
            ‘On foot or by car?’
            ‘By car,’ said Mick, pulling on his handbrake.
            ‘Which university do you want?’
            ‘There’s more than one?!’
            Mick feigned surprise even though 25 years of living in the Basque Country had taught him that nothing here was remotely surprising; as illustrated by the fact that, no matter which place you were looking for, there was always at least one other place with the same name.
            ‘We’ve got three.’
            ‘Three?! Er, Reibar University?’
            ‘Do you want the Polytechnic, the Business School or the Science Park?’
            ‘The Business School, please.’
            Mick resisted the temptation to point out to his new friend that Reibar, in common with every other city in the land, had one university divided into various faculties.
            ‘Over there,’ replied the man, pointing to a modern grey building.
            ‘Oh!’ said Mick, wondering how he’d missed the massive “Hey, four eyes, we’re over here!” sign.
            ‘So either you drive five hundred yards up to the next roundabout, turn around, come back down the same way, and turn right into the university . . . or you park here like everyone else and cross the road. Up to you.’