Meet The Two Biggest Douchebags… EVER!

This is NOT a case of creative license, folks. These two guests have truly earned their shared title.

Truly.

I arrive at a room at 8 am after four glorious days off (for which Fate decided to punish me, it seems!) and what do I walk into? Two screaming boys, a dopey teenage male and two dads who have failed miserably at guiding their young charges through this great journey called “life”.

Seriously, these dads sucked, the kids were wild animals spreading chaos up and down the halls. I should have realized this ride was going to be bumpy when one of the dads called down for assistance and his car and the call took a full five-minutes!

Calling for a bellman and your car should take a minute, tops. It’s not rocket science people, just recite a couple of numbers and you’re done.

At any rate, I called for their truck, made my way past their kids, and loaded a mammoth trunk, cooler and load of bags. I was compensated with five American dollars and informed of a truck rack that was stored in our back room. I raced back downstairs, carried the rack in one hand, pulled the bell cart with the other, and met the two morons at their truck.

They asked me to drop everything, as it would take them a few minutes to load their “Redneckmobile” and the other dad gave me an additional five Canadian dollars.

Only after tipping me did he ask his fellow dad/partner/whatever if he had already tipped me. Of course, he said “yes” and then the other dad asked for his money back!

Did you read that last part correctly?

HE ASKED FOR HIS FIVE CANADIAN DOLLARS BACK!

Do you realize just how big a douche bag you have to be to pull something like that?

I very reluctantly returned his money and to my eternal shame, I simply walked away. I realize my role is to move luggage in a calm, courteous manner and nothing more, but sometimes it’s necessary to challenge people – in an intelligent manner, of course.

Unfortunately, I was blindsided and my usual potent combination of cynicism and razor-sharp wit was rendered inoperative.

This incident took place thirty minutes ago, so the steam is still emanating from my ears and my rage has yet to subside. My apologies for submitting an unpolished post, but therapy is expensive and blogging is free.