The tourist.

There once was a man.

This man was not remarkable in any particular way, not even in the way some people can be remarkably dull.

He was not unusual in any of his activities, not even in the way that he went on holiday to a tropical beach after spending a year slogging away.

"Right so, I want the grilled prawns okay?"

"Yes, prawns."

"Now, I want them without shells okay?"

"Yes, okay, without."

"With NO shells, you understand?"

"Okay, no shells."

"Without." The man eyed the waiter warily.

"Without," said the waiter in his thick indecipherable accent.

He was not unreasonable in his wants, not even in the way that all he wanted was for things to run smoothly.

The prawns came with rice instead of chips and it made the mans blood boil.