Overheard from the next table, a group of men in their early thirties.
"Of course you got sick. Can't 'elp it if you travel abroad."
"Mate o' mine reckons you can get sick from just handling the money. It's filthy."
"A lot of them carry their money in in their arse-cracks. The criminals are so afraid of looking gay, they won't touch another bloke there."
"They say you should get your cash out of the machine in the morning, put it in your pocket, and jump in the swimming pool." (Murmured agreement) "Yeah, the chlorine cleans it right up."
Conversation ends as Spanish waiter arrives at table with lunch.
No, I'm not making this up.