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.
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.
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