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Originally Posted by Mme. Dogma

On the Bus to the Airport
Once I'm packed, finished off my bottle of Kahlua on the balcony in the morning (another Mexivoof & Mme. Dogma Tradition), and said good-bye to Juan at Playa Maya, I'm ready to go home. So when I'm on that bus, I just want to get to that airport.
That means my slight amusement quickly turns to annoyance when people can't figure out how to just sit down on the bus so we can go!
This young couple with some kind of European accent (maybe French?) walked on & discovered that someone had taken their seats. Whoever was sitting there wouldn't move because someone was in HIS seat, and that person was sitting there because someone was in HIS seat, etc etc etc.
The couple (well, actually the guy half of the couple. The girl didn't say anything that I heard) insisted on their seats because "they paid for those seats".
I just stared out the window and watched the Tulum bus board. La la la la la. Some crotchety old geezer sitting across the aisle kept growling under his breath "There are no assigned seats"..."All the seats cost the same."
Well, actually Mr. Grouch, if you looked at your ticket, the seats are assigned. The ticket agent even circled the seat numbers on the tickets when I bought them.
Sure, if everyone just sat in seats it wouldn't matter if seats were assigned or not, but I think the problem was that a single rider was sitting in the French guy's seat and he & his girlfriend wanted to sit together. Or maybe he didn't know all the seats cost the same. I know some trains in Europe have different classes.
I just wanted everyone to sit down like good boys and girls so we could leave!
Finally...we left. Took the scenic route due to all the construction. Saw all these poor kids dressed up like Mega logos in the medians, advertising the grand opening of the store. They must have been roasting in those get-ups. Also spotted the "Executive Barber Shop" on 2nd & 15th Ave. If Mexivoof gets a big promotion at work, maybe he can take his goat to the "Executive" shop next year.
Mexivoof started chatting with the grumpy "No Assigned Seats" guy and found out that he was from Kansas City. Since our formerly non-stop flight to Milwaukee was now scheduled to stop in Kansas City, that meant he was on our flight. I was suddenly gripped with dread - what if I got on the plane and he was sitting in my seat?

Was this the bus Wednesday before last? We were on that one. And this Qubequois (French Canadian not upset anyone as I did go to university in Quebec but some of them can be just complete asses) guy was bitching about the ticket has an asigned seat number. (A couple years ago I interupted a Quebequois man who was speaking to his 2 boys about the impending war with the US and Iraq. I politley interupted in French and asked in French if the US had indeed started the war. The ass looked up at me and said in English "We don't speak English". I looked at that boob and said in French, "and you don't speak French either fils de putain".)