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  • Feliz Navidad to you too Senior

    Okay, so this guy was... well special.

    Today I took the bus out to Wendover for a day trip (God I love the resorts at Wendover, not as nice as the resorts in Reno or Vegas, but a hell of a lot closer and cheaper).

    We had to have who had to be the most amazing bus host ever, not just because she was awesome on her own, but because of how she dealt with the douchebag that was sitting behind us.

    So, he starts out not too bad... drunk and loud, but nothing too out of the ordinary for a bus coming back fron Wendover (there is always at least one or two people who will overdo it... most are just more quiet about it).

    Now here is where the suck starts... this guy is at least second generation from Mexico (I know this because he would not shut up about how Mexico was the best place on Earth), and his parents brought such shame to the family by immigrating to the United States, and he is proud to have taught his children that the true greatest nation on Earth is Mexico, blah blah blah. Okay, whatever, different preferances for different people (personally, I would hate to live in Mexico)

    Well, here is where the fun begins, our bus host is called Roberta, awesome lady.

    She's going back to make sure that everything is okay, and he asks "so, Roberta, what's your last name, I bet it is a strong Mexican family name"

    She without missing a beat responded "It is Roberta Dances with Wolves*" (not her real name, but it was an equally stereotypical native american name).

    Douchebag's response "oh, so you aren't pure, your ancestors mated with the natives?"

    Her: "I guess you could say that, my dad was native, my mom was from southern Europe"

    Douchebag sits stunned for a second... then says "well, for one as beautiful as you, I can forgive you... how old are you"

    I couldn't hear her answer, but I know she didn't give him an age.

    Later, she goes back and says "How are things doing son"

    He says "Son, I bet I'm older than you, after all did you say your were born in... oh what year was it?"

    Her: "I didn't" and walks away.

    Next time she is doing her rounds, he asks "can I get your cell phone number so I can text you to let you know when I'll be taking the bus out to Wendover again?"

    Her response was "only if you promise to text me early enough that I can call out for that day"

    Ooh, burn... The Smiley approves

    They go back and forth a few times... I won't regale you with all of it, because it really was just more of the same.

    Now, here's where this guy loses what little chance he had with her... Roberta announced before we left Wendover that those who were going to be going to Bountiful, Farmington, Layton or Ogden will have to transfer at the Salt Lake hub, those who are going to 41st South, 72nd South, or 146th South need to remain on the bus we were on. She announced this again as we were getting off the freeway in downtown and as we pulled into the hub. This lovely gentleman was going to Ogden... one of his more sober friends noticed that he was not on the northbound bus and had to run back to the bus we were on and stop us before we left and had to practically drag him off the bus because "this bus always continues north, it's the southbound people who need to transfer... I know what I'm doing, leave me alone". Even the bus driver had to come back and tell him that, yes, indeed, he would be going south and not north. Oh yeah, this guy was special.
    If you wish to find meaning, listen to the music not the song

  • #2
    Quoth smileyeagle1021 View Post
    Now, here's where this guy loses what little chance he had with her...
    Actually, I think he lost it as soon as he got on the bus drunk. Once he started making statements that belittled her ethnicity, he was lucky she didn't kick him off.
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    • #3
      Different strokes for different folks I guess. I personally found the casinos at Wendover as entertaining as Amber that slut oompa-loompa on that one MTV show, and slightly less garish.

      Anyhow, that guy was the wrong kind of special.
      Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil.

      "I never said I wasn't a horrible person."--Me, almost daily

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      • #4
        Irv, the less garish is exactly the point, you don't have to pay for all the glitz and glamor and get right down to the games
        And Wagegoth, I think you are right... but if he had any chance in hell, his little drunken tirade at the end about how he knew better than the host and driver where the bus was going put the final nail in the coffin.
        If you wish to find meaning, listen to the music not the song

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        • #5
          "oh, so you aren't pure, your ancestors mated with the natives?"
          Wow, how could she resist his incredible charm?
          When you start at zero, everything's progress.

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          • #6
            What. A. Douche. Aye chingao, if Mexico's so great, go be there, pendejo!

            Your thread title confused me for a bit, though. I thought it was going to be about old people hating José's song.
            It's floating wicker propelled by fire!

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            • #7
              Quoth Pagan View Post
              What. A. Douche. Aye chingao, if Mexico's so great, go be there, pendejo!
              De verdad,váyete aprisa cabrón.

              (Alt 164 for the ñ in Señor )
              "If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous he will not bite you.This is the principal difference between a man and a dog"

              Mark Twain

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              • #8
                Ugh. No such thing as "pure." What an ignoramus and a Supremacist. May he go back to Mexico and live in Chiapas.

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                • #9
                  Quoth Can I Help Your A$$? View Post
                  Ugh. No such thing as "pure." What an ignoramus and a Supremacist. May he go back to Mexico and live in Chiapas.
                  I vote for Juarez.
                  It's floating wicker propelled by fire!

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                  • #10
                    yeesh. I second the "he lost any chance once he started in on ethnicity like that" thoughts. How ... degrading!
                    slightly Native American last names have got to be the coolest. I mean, "Mankiller"? (as in Wilma Mankiller) How awesome and bad-ass is that?
                    "Is it the lie that keeps you sane? Is this the lie that keeps you sane?What is it?Can it be?Ought it to exist?"
                    "...and may it be that I cleave to the ugly truth, rather than the beautiful lie..."

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                    • #11
                      I know, right?

                      I'm reading Scalped, which is a crime noir comic set in a Lakota reservation in modern times.

                      My favorite exchange so far:

                      Dash Bad Horse: Your name really Falls Down?
                      Franklin Falls Down: ..., Officer Bad Horse, we don't all get cool animal names.

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                      • #12
                        Oh fancy... I didn't know such things existed. I should have suspected, however. I shall look Scalped up, somehow.
                        "Is it the lie that keeps you sane? Is this the lie that keeps you sane?What is it?Can it be?Ought it to exist?"
                        "...and may it be that I cleave to the ugly truth, rather than the beautiful lie..."

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                        • #13
                          Here ya go.

                          Evidently, you can get in on Amazon.

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                          • #14
                            I have a aunt named Running Deer.

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                            • #15
                              I used to know a woman named Yellowhair.

                              ^-.-^
                              Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others. - Dresden

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