BLW
How do you tell people that they're a bunch of jerks, first, when they've done nothing to you, personally, and without sounding holier than thou? This is the final problem I had with the Brits, before our time "learning" was up, and we were about to go back to the Yeshiva. Remember, first, that the British are supposed to be an exceedingly orderly and respectful people.
^Right.^
Well, not these guys, anyway.
Right before we were to leave Paduel, the administration of Paduel showed extreme generousity, and finished up our stay with them with a fully paid trip to Eilat. Eilat is Israel's equivilant of California. Bright, sunny, incredibly overpriced, yet beautiful, full of tourists, and places to accommodate them, natural, or man-made. Our tour involved an apparently expensive jeep tour, and we went in one of the many caves, on a tour.
This particular cave is refered to as the "flour cave," since the sand in it, and the walls are made up of a very fine white sand. It's very beautiful, very inspiring, and I'm sure it has some wonderful stories to tell.
Here's the story that the British relayed.
"Remember when we were back here three years ago, and it we met up with that American group? So, we started throwing sand at them, and dropping it in their faces, and they were all complaining, because either they were wet from sweat or water they had poured on themselves and the sand stuck to them, or because "we're wearing our designer clothes. So, then they asked us to stop, and we threw it into the girls faces, and then just kept pegging all of them with the sand?"
"Oh right...they were such cunts. They sent their two biggest blokes to go punch us and beat us up. Then when we told on them, their entire group decided to just wait till we were out of the cave."
"Right, ::giggle:: but remember, we hid behind a wall for them to come, and then we kept pelting them. Then they didn't know what to do. They tried complaining to our leader, but he started pegging them also. So they just sat there defeated, while we screamed 'God Save the Queen,' in their faces. And the moron yanks tried to sing their national anthem to compete, but they couldn't remember the words!!!"
OK, so the Brits in this group keep laughing at this story, but it bothered me that they were laughing, not at themselves, but at the 'moron Yanks.' I don't know if it's the fact that it was my nation that bothered me more, or the fact that they behaved like such jerks.
I think it's the latter.
"Uhm, did the Americans do anything to initiate the sand throwing?"
"No, it was just sort of a game...we were just having fun."
"But...they did tell you to stop..."
"Yeah, but they were just being wimps."
"::Groan:: So, you really don't see anything wrong with what you did?"
"No, it was just a kid's game."
"But, a, they asked you to stop, and, b, this was three years ago, which means you were sixteen already."
"Oh christ, Michael. We're the people that are supposed to be anal retentive."
But, their attitude wasn't something that they dropped when, "they were just kids."
The child, that I've mentioned before, Benjy Lanzcrom, the one with the problems, it was his twenty second birthday that day. Now, according to them, I started this off. A week before, there was a party, and I had saved a bottle of Maccabbee (terrible Israeli beer), and I gave it to him as we were leaving in the hike. I figured that it would be appreciated on a long hot hike.
They claim that I got the ball rolling, but when I came back that night, they played "Let's get Benjy drunk!" Now, they more or less played this on my birthday...but I was the only other one that they did this to. They coerced him into guzzling down the vodka. Oh, by the way, Benjy is around 5'3", and ways around eighty pounds. Back that night, I watch as they laugh at this kid who can't normally controll his actions, being completely slushed.
And the problem. I don't want to appear as a stick in the mud, but I don't agree with what they were doing, and they should realize it. I realize that those of you who have found me in the position of the British have decided to just ignore me, but that won't really work here. So, can anyone tell me what a guy is supposed to do?
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