Nothing ruins a casino experience like a BUTTer. Okay. Very little ruins a casino experience for Val. Not even non-smoking smokers who let toxins from their lit butts waft across her face, or slots that gobble her money like adolescent boys at a pizza buffet. I found the BUTTinskies to be a minor annoyance.
The Ex-Mayor my sister's husband was more incensed. I guess once you've been mayor, the act of people showing you no respect becomes less okay-er! Sis was a bit put-out herself. Granted, the BUTTinsky got right in front of Ex-Mayor, who was in front of Sis. I was thrice-removed from the BUTTinsky, in my position behind Sis. So I just rolled my eyes. Sis was more vocally grumbly. She and the Ex-Mayor did not feel a need to moderate their voices when grousing, "Huh. I guess people don't know how to go to the end of the line anymore."
I saw that BUTTinsky lady walk up to them. She looked like someone from our neck of the woods. Maybe deeper in the woods that Sis and Ex-Mayor. Could have been neighbors to me and Hick. She had mousy hair pulled back in a not-ponytail, and was dressed in nondescript jeans and a shirt with a jacket. She walked up to the side of the line, right there at Ex-Mayor's left shoulder, him being the next person by the roped channels and WAIT HERE sign.
We knew she was going to do it. Otherwise, she would not have stood at his shoulder, but would have gone behind Hick, who was behind me. AND, if it was rightfully her place as next in line, she wouldn't have been at Ex-Mayor's shoulder, but would have been IN FRONT of him.
When one of the two working cashiers called, "NEXT!" the usurper weaseled her way past Ex-Mayor's shoulder and dashed to the counter. If looks could kill, Sis and Ex-Mayor would have been led out in handcuffs, locked up, and the key disposed of.
As if that wasn't bad enough, poor Ex-Mayor had ANOTHER encounter with a different BUTTinskess at the cash machine/bill breaker. "I was next, and this lady just plowed right in front of me!"
I guess he was smart enough not to make a scene. It doesn't seem safe for a man to question a woman's actions or motives these days.
I say nothing to buttinskies, but if the opportunity arises I will accidentally bump into them very hard like I tripped or something, If i see there car I could possible have a key incident, and if I see them lining up to butt, I am all elbows...unless it is a large angry looking buttinsky, then I look the other way...I'm not stupid.
ReplyDeleteOoh! I love that tripping idea, but I'm afraid I would actually BE TRIPPING, and break my arms, thus putting the kibosh on my slot-playing for six to eight weeks.
DeleteEx-Mayor didn't put out his elbows, but I thought he had her blocked, with his body right up against the post that holds the yellow canvas ribbon thingies denoting the maze to approach the cashier. She was slipperier than a greased eel! Weaseled her way right past him!
Grrr. Why do some people that they can do that! May karma make a circle back at her.
ReplyDeleteEven Steven will see that what goes around comes around. I'd prefer to SEE it, though, before leaving the casino.
DeleteDepending on my mood, I might have just stood there and taken it like Ex-Mayor did, or I might have looked askance at her and said "excuse me, the end of the line is back there", then stepped in front of her.
ReplyDeleteYou might have been ready for a rumble! People are crazy these days. Like that Casey's donut man who flipped out just because I asked if he was in line so I didn't get in front of him!!!
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