Today in our “Spotted in Phoenix” segment we saw some interesting people.
We came down to the two waffle makers and there were two guys who didn’t know each other messing around with the waffle area. The guy on the left was messing around with things that weren’t waffles, but he still decided to stand in front of the first waffle maker
That first guy work a “Don’t Tread on Me” t-shirt, with flags/snakes/eagles. It was the same guy that wore a “Fuck ISIS” t-shirt yesterday. He was a larger guy (larger then me, but I don’t think as tall) with a salt and pepper goatee from the 90s. He was looking us up and down, I didn’t notice because I was trying to help the second guy (with no effect) so it was the hubby who noted his look
The second guy had a don’t tread on me tattoo and couldn’t figure out how to make waffles. He looked like a kid from elementary school lost on his first day of school. I had to point out that the timer wasn’t working, I asked if he had turned the waffle iron to start the timer. He told me he had already done that. I then noticed that he kept opening the waffle maker. I could see parts of waffle stuck to the top as he kept closin, waiting 10 seconds and opening it again.
He was one of those young fit guys who shouldn’t be allowed away from his girlfriend or the house will catch fire (those kind of people they make sitcom episodes about). At the end when he left I saw him flip the waffle iron over and viola the waffle timer started. I asked if he wanted to make another one, but obviously he was too embarressed and kept going.
Then we had an old man who asked for a large garbage bag from the front desk. He then walked over to the breakfast area and started filling it with muffins. He then walked over to me, started loading up peanut butter packets, bagels, bread and other things. It was full by the time he was done. He also went into depth about using the peanut butter for those peanut butter bones for his dog. I couldn’t resist so I helped him find the extra stash of peanut butter packets.
Then I saw two different older ladies come down and like locusts clear out all of the baked goods, eggs and sausage. They really were locusts and as they moved down the baked food the shelves were left empty. They then immediately turned around and went back to their rooms in different directions.
It was an interesting experience. What is it with “Don’t tread on me” libertarian/republicans. I see them a lot here, and it definitely makes me realize why Trump/GOP Sellouts won down here.
I was also surprised by the locusts. No matter how poor I grew up, we would never have stripped all the food on the shelves. We would have taken stuff back like a couple of muffins, but there is a limit. Although I really kind of liked the guy with the garbage bag, that took cajones, and he was fairly nice and very friendly. That is probably why I helped him find the extra peanut butter.