My husband and I spent Christmas sunning on the beach, stuffing ourselves with any drink that contained liquor, and any food that was put in front of us. We really don’t have standards while on vacation….or when it comes to TV shows.
Unfortunately, our frolicking on the beach had to come to an end. And by “frolicking” I mean that we laid around on the beach and napped, getting up only to pee in the ocean…or the pool with the swim up bar…just like everyone else.
The tear may not have been because we were leaving, so much as because we saw our bill from our spa services.
We arrived at the Puerto Vallarta airport after a near death experience in a Mexican cab.
We weren’t sure if the cab driver was blind, or if he just hated us, but we arrived at the airport thankful for our lives, and for Pepto Bismol.
We went through security and somehow managed to get through it in record time. We were hungry, as our bodies had grown accustomed to eating every hour, so we headed to the first restaurant we saw and grabbed a booth.
As soon as we sat down we heard a somewhat heated argument at the table next to us. We did what any self respecting Americans would do in that situation…we scooted closer and listened.
At first glance the argument seemed to be between a man in his 60s and a female wax statue. The male was chastising the statue for being an idiot. We figured this guy had a few too many Tequilas and thought he had found a friend.
However, upon closer examination we realized the wax statue the man was talking to was actually a woman. She was thin and her skin looked like she treated it regularly with leather conditioner. Her hair was long and her boobs were younger than mine.
Matt and I are pros at eavesdropping because the upstairs neighbors at his last apartment were big fighters and we liked to listen and then take sides. It was usually the guy’s fault…but isn’t it always?
From what we could tell from the argument, the wax statue was mad at the old geezer because he was talking down to her about buying a house and escrow and “She isn’t an idiot.”
From what we observed, she actually was an idiot, so we couldn’t blame the guy.
He started berating her for not understanding basic math, or how to conservatively apply make up, and she started yelling back at him about how he shouldn’t treat her like she’s dumb, because she’s not (she is).
We figured the fight wouldn’t last much longer, and we hadn’t even received our drink orders yet.
After spending a full week together without distraction, Matt and I were happy to have the argument of the crazy people to sidetrack us from the realization we would have to hold yet another conversation with each other if their argument ended.
And then a wonderful thing happened…the argument continued..and continued…and continued.
They went from fighting about the real estate deal to fighting about how they were fighting, and then fighting about how they fought about that. I’m not kidding!
She said she didn’t like the way he talked to her in the argument, and when she told him she didn’t like it, he got mad at her, and she didn’t like that either.
By my calculation, that’s a third layer of fighting. This argument had more layers than Inception, and I wondered if Leonardo DiCaprio would come walking through the door, preferably topless.
I felt a little guilty I didn’t pay for admission to watch this show. Part of me wanted to slap them for ruining our lunch and the other part wanted to tip them for their performance.
They argued about how they argued through our drinks, our dinner, and our check. It was quite a while, as the service at the Puerto Vallarta airport was less than stellar. Shocking, right?
We truly couldn’t believe two people could argue about something so senseless for such a long period of time, but then again, The View is still on the air.
After we paid our bill, we got up to leave and so did they. Strangely, they hugged and kissed, said they loved each other and walked away hand in hand…as if they didn’t just fight for 45 minutes about absolutely nothing.
I was a little pissed. With the heat of that argument I expected some serious hair pulling and crotch kicking. Or at least I hoped for it.
We watched them walk away and realized we have it pretty good, as we rarely disagree; Mostly because I’m always right.
We also hoped they would be on our flight home, as it was a long flight and we wanted some entertainment but didn’t want to pay for the in-flight movie.