TRAVEL THERE: THE RUDEST WOMAN IN MEXICO
As If We Didn’t Already Hate the Buffet
So why did we hate the Seadust buffet? Well, it had a myriad of choices for every meal, but somehow few of them were anything we were interested in. What’s more when we finally did pick out something to eat, it was at best mediocre. The way some people filled up there plates, cleaned them and then went back for more and more and more, we know there were people who like the food, but we didn’t.
We also resented the tiny plastic cups provided for cold beverages – we’re talking juice glasses. By the time you got a little ice, there was barely room for three good sups of soda. There was also a tap for beer, but the glass barely held the head of foam, much less providing enough room for a reasonable serving.
Locating a salt shaker was a true challenge and pepper? HA! What pepper!
In an effort to be efficient, they whipped up your plate the moment you hesitated in the consumption of your food. Therefore, one of us had to stay at the table at all times or the food we’d gone to so much trouble to pick out would be picked up. Since you had to keep going back and forth to get more soda or beer, we didn’t spend much time actually eating together.
The final nail in the buffet coffin was the grill chef at this particular meal. I decided to try a hamburger, freshly cooked at the grill. At the grill window, there was a selection of entrees in pans from which to serve yourself, as well as a small refrigerated case with options you could order.
The grill chef was involved with grilling what looked like a couple of large pork loins, so I waited patiently, hoping I could catch her eye. As I waited, I looked at the small cards defining the offerings in the case, which were in both Spanish and English. In case you didn’t know, “hamburguesa” is Spanish for “hamburger” and “hot dog” is Spanish for “hot dog.”
You know how it is when someone is trying to ignore you and hoping you will go away. I can’t say that I blame the woman. It’s not like she was the only outlet for food in the room and she was busy flipping the pork. However, I really wanted that burger.
When she finally gave up and darted a glance at me, I smiled and said, “Hamburger, please?” A fire flew into her eyes and disgust landed on her pursed lips. “Espanol,” she demanded with a sneer. I’m sure I looked a bit gobsmacked as I glanced at the card in the case to remind myself of the syllable which would make my request Spanish rather than English. I made an effort to wrap my mouth around the Spanish, which she responded to with a snarky correction of my pitiful pronunciation. She was absolutely gleeful to have the opportunity to do that.
I want you to know this rude lady was the only person who treated me this way throughout the entire trip. I possess a very pitiful Spanish vocabulary for someone who lives in Texas and passed two semesters of high school Spanish. I’m pretty good with signage and menus, but conversationally I’m a mess. Still, I try to communicate in Spanish as much as I can. I ask for cerveza and mantiquilla, instead of beer and butter. I say por favor and gracias, instead of your welcome and thank you. I greet people with hola que tal and if they respond with bueno y tu, then I struggle to come up with a word like magnifico.
This woman thought she was having one up on a stupid Americano. She didn’t realize I was a blogger with over 2500 followers on various social sites or over 200,000 readers on Trip Advisor. If you work in the public eye, you don’t know either. That pain in the neck you’re waiting on might just be a social media maven who can ruin your online reputation. As it is, I won’t be giving Trip Advisor a glowing report about the Seadust, but I’m also not going pick out this lady and make a big deal about her. Who knows? Maybe she was just having a bad day and too many of her other fellow employees worked really hard to make me have a good time.
Besides, I was about to go out to the beach and have a good time. Come along with me next week.