Now, I don't mean any of you all. We love all of our visitors and never tire of showing you all around...you are welcome anytime. [Within reason.]
What irks me during our busier times is the long lines and no parking at the grocery and the additional traffic in this one road town.
More to the point, every now and then you come across that annoyingly rude individual we commonly refer to as a "touron" which is a combination of the words "tourist" and "moron"...the later being the more prevalent quality.
Let me tell you a story to illustrate our new vocabulary word:
Jeff, who we all know is a captain on the Starfish snorkel boat, got a call about a special request for his New Year's Day afternoon run. A young man wanted to propose to his soon-to-be-intended in an interesting, and memorable way. He purchased a moderately sized treasure chest and firmly affixed a diamond ring inside with the hopes that a helpful captain would secret the box off to a sandy location at the bottom of the ocean to be found by his unsuspecting, snorkeling girlfriend. Jeff did so and once back on the boat, kept a vigilant eye on the buried cache. Our captain was directing the young lovers to the proverbial "X" that marked the treasure spot and everything was going swimmingly...
... until Jeff observed a diver swoop in, open the box, take the ring, and swim away!
[WTH, right?!]
Jeff immediately donned his diving garb and pursued the fleeing thief. It took a bit of time, but he caught up with the diver before he could make it back to his own chartered dive boat. After signaling the perpetrator to the surface, Jeff took possession of the misappropriated ring. The diving touron simply stated that, "people loose stuff around here all the time," and didn't bother to apologize for his horrendous act of piracy.
The ring was then returned to it's rightful owner and the proposal made and excepted.
The young couple didn't let the incident detract from their happiness and with the near-disaster averted, optimistically declared that they now had a story to tell when they arrived home and for years to come about a treasure hunt and piracy on the high seas!
As for our traitorous tourist, there were no reparation or consequences for his act of thoughtless treachery...not even a well-deserved thump on the head - much to Jeff's credit...but I am counting on Karma to catch up with him.
And now, we all understand the meaning of the word "touron."
3 comments:
Awesome job of "Telling the Story"! It was even better the second time around. The jerk deserved more than a thump on the head, but glad Jeff refrained.
Glad it was you and not me....... I Woulda broke out the mega phone and told the whole reef what a touron he was.....
Jeff's come a long way from the days of throwing an errant car thief over his shoulder, then retracing his steps through the rear yards along Wabash Place back to his police car....stopping only to toss the goofball over the same fences he jumped alone just moments before.
The thief wasn't nearly as graceful on the trip back to the car. Handcuffs sort of screw with your balance, and tend to greatly increase your time in the hurdles.
If the guy would have been nice enough to use the many fence gates along the route, Jeff probably would have returned the favor on the return trip. He didn't, so he was escorted back much like you would a big sack of potatoes.
Joey - you're getting soft.
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