And what perchance ha pasado con esta pequena tonteria de la historia de aviacion?
The last time I was down at Jerez, at the gates of what purported to be a professional flight school, I was somewhat amazed at the shambolic reception desk. One poor and pretty lady to do it all.
Enclosed with my application to join them as a TRE, I lambasted the organization for allowing the front gates of the premesis to be littered with empty booze bottles, glasses, cans and so on-on a Monday morning. I did not get the job, wouldn't take it anyway. Quite disgusting all around. Go to South Africa for training instead.
I have little objection to the jar or so, but not the empties on the front doorstep. Bad for the punters. I actually went to to the length of reporting this to British Aeospace in the UK. Never had a reply. Bad show. What!