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Not A Fan Of Their Behavior

, , , , , | Right | May 9, 2022

We were seated in a restaurant on a hot, humid night in Bali with a large fan covering the few occupied tables. A group of tourists walked in, surveyed the seating and chose to sit on the other side of the restaurant. After a moment they realised the fan wasn’t reaching their table and the polite thing would be to move closer, but no.

One of them got up and moved the whole fan over to their side, directly pointed at them and leaving all the other patrons without airflow. 

After we had finished our meals I approached them and asked if they were from [Specific country].

Tourist: “Yes, did you recognise our accents?”

Me: “No, just noting how rude you were taking the fan for yourselves. Your country has a reputation for rudeness and you were so stereotypical.”

They tried to justify it because they were hot. Yeah mate, so were the rest of us.

In A State Of Confusion, Part 9

, , , , , | Right | May 6, 2022

We are an English couple on holiday in the USA driving down the Florida Keys. Unfortunately, my husband has come down with cold/flu symptoms, so we stop at a well-known pharmacy chain to get him some medicine.

We pick up some paracetamol and some cough medicine. The cashier asks us for ID; apparently, in the US, you have to show ID to purchase cough medicine, which is not a legal requirement in the UK. I give the cashier my UK driving licence and she starts inputting the details into the till.

Cashier: “I don’t recognise this licence. Which state are you from?”

Me: “I’m not from the US; I’m from the United Kingdom.”

Cashier: “So, what state is that in?”

Me: “It’s not a state. It’s a country.”

Cashier: “Never heard of the UK.”

Me: “I am British, from England. Have you heard of England?”

Cashier: “You mean like New England? So you’re from Massachusetts?”

Me: “No, England as in part of Great Britain, or the United Kingdom.”

Cashier: “Well, the system doesn’t recognise any of those as a US state.”

Me: “That’s because it’s not a state. It’s a country.”

Cashier: “Which state is it near to, Hawaii?”

Me: “Forget it. We’ll just take the paracetamol.”

In A State Of Confusion, Part 8
In A State Of Confusion, Part 7
In A State Of Confusion, Part 6
In A State Of Confusion, Part 5
In A State Of Confusion, Part 4

Zero Respect At Ground Zero

, , , , | Right | May 6, 2022

I wanted to give my fiance, who had never been in NYC before a quick tour of Manhattan before we finished packing up my home and moving halfway across the country.

One of the places we wanted to go to was the 9/11 Memorial. I passed it daily on my way to and from work, and had never gone. Having vivid memories of that day, and knowing people who had been killed in the Towers, it was a somber self-guided tour. There is a room that has small plaques of each victim that light up and a short announcement made of the person’s name, where they were from. There had been eight people from my tiny hometown village killed, including one of our councilmen. I wept, not just there, but in several other areas.

My emotions were raw, and flashbacks to that day were hitting. We entered a large room where there were mangled fire trucks, police cars, rescue vehicles, etc. Most had scorch marks, interiors grey with ash, etc. They were all behind rope barriers, with multi-language signs saying ‘Do Not Touch.’

Ahead of us was a tall man with a small six-or-seven-year-old child, appearing to be father and son. The child scampered off ahead of the father, ducked under one of the ropes surrounding a mangled police car – a door was missing, the front hood caved in, and the trunk popped open. The child climbed right onto the car, and started playing on it like it was a playground jungle gym.

The father not only didn’t say anything, but encouraged his son, and started taking photos. They were talking and laughing with each other in some European-sounding language. I wanted to smack the father, but my fiance dragged me out of there and found a security guard to go extract them out of that room (hopefully out of the Museum altogether).

I was appalled at the disrespect shown to the memories of the 2736 people killed at that very spot.

Haole Makes You Howl

, , , , , | Right | May 5, 2022

I am at the Kawaii Kon 2017. A busload of tourists come into the building and are placed in the rear elevator lobby as they are ahead of the check-in time for new guests. This is INSIDE the hotel, in a beautiful lobby/business center area with a scale model of the hotel.

We come back down a couple of hours later and the lobby was absolutely destroyed.

Plastic bags, bottles, food wrappers, clothing, shoes, some diapers, condiments on the carpets, furniture knocked over, computer monitors, and keyboards hanging off the desks in the work area.

We immediately asked the nearby staff if they are okay, were they attacked? Was there a riot? Did they need help?

Staff: “Don’t worry, this is normal for tour bus groups, we are sorry for the mess.”

This is normal… on the inside of a f****** hotel. Disgusting.

The Bag Is Clear But The Rules Are Not

, , , , | Right | May 5, 2022

If you’ve travelled anywhere internationally on a plane since 2001, you know the drill: no liquids in hand luggage over 100mL, and if you have them, they need to go in a little clear plastic bag. I once saw a woman in a furious argument with French airport security about whether brie is a “liquid”, but that’s another story.

I’m at the airport to catch an international flight. The man in front of me at the security scanners has the signs of a well-travelled dude: battered travel bag, passport with various luggage stickers, the works.

And then, the security person squints at the scanner image and unzips the gentleman’s hand luggage… and pulls out a FULL LITER BOTTLE of shampoo. And a 500mL bottle of expensive aftershave. And on. And on. Until he has half a toiletries aisle lined up, and we’re all staring at the gentleman in confusion.

Security: “Sir, these are… these are all over 100ml.”

Passenger: *Happily* “Yes, I know.”

Security: “You know?”

Passenger: “Yes, that’s why I didn’t put them in a clear plastic bag!”

He wasn’t pleased when the head of security came over to explain the flaws in his logic. The shouting may still be happening, even now.