Traveling Stupidity or Stupidity Does Not Make a Good Eyewitness

It was pointed out to me that I seem to have a flair for finding stupidity wherever I go. It’s true. I’m always on the lookout for stupers (short, once more, for fundamentally stupid persons), but I do it for the sole purpose of assisting others, as well as myself, to avoid the commonplace annoyance and often overwhelming irritation resulting from inane encounters. After all, many illnesses and mental disorders are, I believe, an offshoot of persistent, unwelcome contact with complete and utter idiots. I sincerely hope I am helpful to my dear readers.

Over the past few days, the family and I traveled to Palm Springs as Son participated in a junior golf tournament. The hotel itself was wonderful, but the food….Lord have mercy!

Meals are important to me. Yes, I am demanding. I have this irrational desire that my food taste good, and that it meet certain specifications. Namely, to be cooked, if it’s not a fruit or vegetable or an entree that’s meant to be consumed raw. Hello? Do I look like a large, carnivores jungle cat to you? Trust me, I don’t.

I like my burgers, medium to medium-well done. Same with my steak. And I said exactly that to our server. Very courteously, of course. Here’s what I got:

My mother made the mistake of ordering a plain, old medium cooked steak.

Her order practically ambled across the table. She had it sent back to the kitchen three times. Finally, it came back looking like this:

When she complained to the server, the server said, “I stood by the chef while he cooked it.”

Stupers do not make reliable eyewitnesses.

Alas, both the cook and each one of our servers were part of an intricate plot to serve up the worst food imaginable and contrary to the customers’ orders. Maybe they were celebrating “Opposite Day,” part of some strange stuper ritual, yet to be made public.

We quietly made our grievances known to the kindly hotel staff who eyed us sympathetically, but without remorse.

On the way back home, I stopped at a bakery for a loaf of bread. Being in a hurry, I forgot to ask the person assisting me to slice the loaf before handing it to me. When I did so, she looked at me as if I’d insisted she set the place on fire.

“You didn’t ask to have it sliced,” she responded testily.

“Yes, I know,” I replied. “Would you please slice it now?”

While I waited for her to slice the freaking bread, and watched her huff and puff over it, I remembered something. Please humor me, as I wax philosophical-like. I recalled an ancient parable about an elderly monk who slowly made his way along a dirt road. Suddenly a large man, in a huge hurry, pushed past the monk and knocked the old man down as he raced by, without a glance back. As a younger monk helped the elder one up, the old monk shouted after the man, “May you be happy all the days of your life!”

The young monk said, “What are you saying? Didn’t you see what he just did to you?”

The older monk replied, “Do you think he’d have done that if he’d been happy?”

Which brings me to my question of the day: do you think stupers are happy? I say true happiness comes from helping others, nurturing a grateful heart and using the enormous power of thought and consideration, all of which surpass stupers’ capabilities.

I ignored the rudeness of the miserable bakery worker, realizing unhappiness created her attitude. Once again, stupers serve as fine examples of how not to behave.

Think first, last and always.


8 Responses to “Traveling Stupidity or Stupidity Does Not Make a Good Eyewitness”

  1. Sarah says:

    LOL at stupers make bad eyewitnesses! I’ll have to remember that one!
    I really like your parable. It makes good sense that when people are happy, they act with consideration and thought. Good one!

  2. Jennifer says:

    No, they’re not happy. But I AM ’cause you make me LAUGH! That was one of your best, girl. Love it.

    When your steak says “mooooo” you are indeed in trouble … make mine WELL DONE thou good and faithful servant, and I don’t need a lecture about how unsophisticated an order that is!

    sorry …

  3. M.C. says:

    I would’ve sent the steaks back and demanded a refund!
    You are way too tolerant, but I suppose that’s why you’re the expert and I find myself immediatlely irritated!

  4. dawn says:

    I admire your patience… now if only you could bottle it… I would be your first customer!

  5. Starlily says:

    I love visiting your blog Keli, you impart your wisdom with a sense of humour! I’ve noticed that the people with the worst attitudes are the ones that feel they have to spread it around. The small things really do make a difference in the world! Imagine if the clerk would have sliced your bread graciously and with a smile, then handed you a cookie as you were leaving…

  6. Jillian says:

    I don’t think Stupers are happy…. because well, they are Stupers. I don’t think they possess the knowledge or wisdom to know what would make them happy or how to go about achieving it.

    As usual… awesome post!

  7. Aja says:

    I really liked the part about the monk. I agree 100%, unhappy people are extremely difficult to deal with. I think a person’s attitude plays a huge role in their overall personality.

    Hopefully I will be able to deal with stupers now by seeing that they are unhappy and that is why they have to make my life difficult.

  8. Keli says:

    Thanks! It’s true!
    Thank you! I agree; it is not a complex request! Or maybe it is…to the stuper mind.
    I always try to set a good example.
    I wish!
    Thanks so much! Yes, misery certainly loves company. And I agree, small things make a big difference!
    You are absolutely right!
    That monk story is one of my favorites. I always remind myself that only unhappy people behave miserably. It helps me have a bit more compassion towards them…unless, I’m in a foul mood, of course!

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