Fun times with your Dad.
BRU= Babies ‘R Us.
I think this post got almost as much likes as the Hobby Lobby penis picture. That should be coming up in my Facebook memories later this month. Something to look forward to.
Today’s blog post was inspired from Rachel’s post about wanting to meet a rude Canadian.
Bryon and I met a rude Canadian once.
Actually it was two rude Canadians.
We were on a cruise in February 2014. It was the cruise we took when I was nine weeks pregnant (before Zika was a thing). The cruise was aboard the Carnival Sunshine and we left from New Orleans and visited Montego Bay, Jamaica (never again), Grand Cayman (loved it) and Cozumel, Mexico (fun time).
That cruise could be dubbed a lot of different things:
The time I cruised when pregnant.
The cruise where I threw up Virgin Daquiri’s. (Sorry).
The cruise where I pretty much just ate potato salad and loved it.
The cruise where Bryon got a bad sunburn and then had to pay $15 for aloe on the ship. The label called it liquid gold and Bryon said it better be for that price.
The cruise where we hung out in the piano bar most nights.
The cruise where I met an Elvis impersonator.
The cruise where I won a geography trivia contest.
The cruise where the somelier at the steakhouse spilled Bryon’s Chateau Neuf de Pape while she was trying to transfer it from the bottle into the decanter. I can still feel Bryon’s blood pressure rising over this.
The cruise where Bryon pissed off a Southern lady at the pizza stand.
But this story is about how we met rude Canadians.
On that cruise we made friends with another married couple from Florida. The dining room was tight (as most dining rooms on cruise ships are) and our tables were next to each other. We started chatting and remained friendly during the rest of the cruise. In fact, we still remain Facebook friends. Maybe I will cruise with them again. If I can ever bring myself to go on another cruise. That was Bryon and my thing.
Anyway, we invited this couple to be part of our team in a trivia contest. This trivia contest was different than most. Instead of just writing your answers on a sheet, each team took a chance to answer a question. If you got it right, you got the points. If you got it wrong, the moderator went around the room asking everyone else until someone got it right or until she got back to the original contestant.
Well this couple came in and joined the fun. They were there own team and they called themselves “The Canucks.” To be honest, I can’t even remember the name of our own team.
“The Canucks” were before us in the rotation of questions. So whenever a team got an answer wrong, we would quietly discuss our answer as a team. Somehow “The Canucks” heard us because they kept stealing our answers.
Needless to say, we were pissed. So on the next rounds, we got even quieter and Bryon would semi-loudly say “I think it’s *wrong answer*. Yeah, I definitely think it is *wrong answer*”.
“The Canucks” bought our fake answer and -surprise- they got it wrong. Then it was our turn and we gave our correct answer and they glared at us.
Now on the Carnival Sunshine as well as a lot of other Carnival ships, there was a cocktail bar called Alchemy. The bartender on this cruise had actually been our bartender the previous year on the Carnival Glory. We had become friends (still Facebook friends with her as well) and right before our trip on the Carnival Sunshine, she announced on Facebook that she was going to be on that ship. So we were so excited to be reunited. Most nights we would go have a beverage before dinner (non-alcoholic for me) and then we would return after the evening entertainment. Well we are at the bar and the rude Canadian couple was there. And they glared at us because we were friendly with the bartender.
They continued to glare at us whenever they saw us. To be honest, Bryon and I thought it was kind of funny. Though we were surprised because we had never met rude Canadians before and we usually went to Canada several times a year.
The story concludes with our the first leg of our flight home. Our flight went from New Orleans to Chicago then to Albany. We were using airlines miles (I have an airline credit card) and they did not have any coach seats available so we decided to use more miles and fly first class. I am not going to lie, I loved it.
We were sitting in the second row and we see the rude Canadians board the airplane. Bryon, who already had a drink in his hand waves hello to them. And, you guessed it, they glare at us.
Oh, about the almost getting kicked off part-
We were started to taxi and the pilot announces that we were going to return to the gate for a security concern. I look at Bryon. He points to the seat in front of us and mouths to me that he thinks it’s them. In the first row was a couple who had been extremely rude to the flight attendant.
The gate manager comes up to our row and tells us we need to exit the airplane immediately. I just sat there in shock.
The flight attendant comes up behind the gate manager and says “Row 1! I said Row 1!”
The gate man apologizes and then has the couple in the row 1 exit the plane.
I said to Bryon that the rude Canadians probably thought it was us getting kicked off the plane.
Bryon said that they will never know because they we way back in coach.
And then we laughed. Like we were people who always flew first class.