My husband and I just got back from a lovely vacation on a small island. It’s usually a huge draw for tourists, but this is the off-season, so we thought we’d avoid most of the crowds.
The island town was somewhat busy, but certainly not as bad as it gets in the prime season. We were having a blast. We rented a golf cart, and zoomed around the island.
On the first evening, we saw the most beautiful sunset of my life. We pulled the golf cart to the side of the road, and sat to watch it. Almost indescribably gorgeous colors over the water, the birds, the wind . . . it was lovely.
As we sat there, a van pulled up beside us and stopped abruptly. There were about six adults inside, laughing and shouting. From the windshield came a stream of liquid which landed in front of the golf cart. (Apparently the windshield wiper fluid dispenser must have been broken, because the fluid was shooting out like a water pistol to the side instead of onto the glass.)
I heard a woman’s voice squeal, “No, back up! Back up! You’re missing them!”
The driver paused, and then drove forward, apparently thinking the better of it (probably after guaging the size of my six-foot-four hubby.) They drove away, laughing uproariously.
Me, I just sat there, jaw agape. What a downright shitty thing to do. There we were, a couple enjoying a romantic moment, watching a beautiful sunset, and a van load of assholes thought it would be funny to soak us with their windshield fluid.
As they drove away, I saw on the back of the van the name of a local resort, like one of those courtesy shuttles which take guests to and from the airport. Perhaps the people in the van had just rented it from the resort, but I don’t think so. (I’ve never known the resorts to rent out their vans.) Somehow, it makes it even worse if there was actually a resort employee piloting the thing.
Now I understand why the locals hate tourists. If they have to put up with that sort of crap all Season long, I’d start hating people, too.
Assholes apparently travel in packs, and in this case, they either hijacked the van, or the resort employee was in on it.
We left after that, the susnest spoiled for us. I was flabberghasted at the whole event. When I see a couple snuggling, watching a susnet, my fist instinct is to smile, not *spray * them with something. Christ Almighty, how is that funny?