the restaurant at the end of the universe by douglas adams

'It is not allowed for transit passengers to be in here.' We explained that we were transit passengers on our way to Zaire, and he looked at us as if we had completely taken leave of our senses. Just before we reached it, however, we were suddenly headed off by a man in blue crimplene, who asked us what we thought we were doing in there. Behind her was a table stacked with biscuits, chocolate bars, cola, and a pot of coffee, and we headed straight towards this like a pack of stoats. She was watching some flies crawling up the wall, not with any great interest because they were not doing anything unexpected, but at least they were doing something. A large vacant-looking girl was leaning through it with her elbows on the counter and her fists jammed up into her cheekbones. Identical in all respects other than one, which was that it had a hatchway let into one wall. The second room was identical to the first.

He watched us go past him shaking his head in wonder and sorrow at the stupid futility of the human condition in general and ours in particular, and then closed the door behind us. He stayed there slumped against the door jamb, raising his eyebrows pointedly at us until we eventually gathered our gear together and dragged it off down theĬorridor to the other room. We were obviously very crazy and stupid not to have realized this. He shook his head with infinite weariness and told us that if we were transit passengers then we were supposed to be in the other of the two rooms. “After a moment or two a man in brown crimplene looked in at us, did not at all like the look of us and asked us if we were transit passengers.

The restaurant at the end of the universe by douglas adams