MIL, DH and I were in Hawaii to attend a family function. MIL is from Hawaii and DH was born there. DH is half Japanese (on his mother’s side) and half Hawaiian (on his father’s side) so he looks like a local. Especially when he’s been in the sun for a while. Keep this in mind.
Since gasoline on the island was horribly expensive, MIL rented a car that everyone could carpool. We spent a little over a week in Hawaii and had a wonderful time. Our flights returning home were a few days apart since DH was deployed to Japan at that time and had taken leave to come to this function. MIL left first, leaving us the rental car to return the next day when DH took his flight back to Japan.
The day of DH’s flight, we go to return the rental car. The rental car lot is pretty big. Once you park your car you have quite a walk to get to the building to return the keys and get your bill. Once DH and I park, he begins to take the bags out of the trunk. While he’s doing this, I’m standing next to him taking the bags as he hands them to me.
As we unload, another car pulls into the lot and parks a few cars down from us. A woman gets out, pops the trunk and takes a huge suitcase out along with a shoulder bag. She sees me and my husband and walks towards us, dragging her luggage behind her. She stops right in front of us, drops the shoulder bag at my husband’s feet, looks him in the eye and says, “Take my bags to the office.” With her tone of voice I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had snapped her fingers when she made this statement.
After we pick our jaws up from the ground, DH tells snobby lady, “I don’t work here. I’m returning my rental car.” He turned his back on her and we walked away.
It must have taken snobby lady a while to get to the office too since we didn’t see her after we turned in the keys. Those bags did look really heavy. Hopefully she learned that the world isn’t at her beck and call. But I doubt it! 0128011
It’s bad enough that the snobby woman wrongfully assumes the storyteller’s husband is a porter for the car rental company. The most audacious part of this story is the woman’s selfish presumption that her need to have her baggage carried to the office takes priority over the storyteller’s ongoing interaction with the alleged employee. What on earth possesses someone to think they are so special that they can interrupt someone else’s transaction and redirect the employee’s attention to their wants? When I sold high end patio furniture eons ago, I had a few customers who rudely and arrogantly would interrupt my conversation and sale with another client to get me to focus immediately on what they wanted as if the other customer simply did not exist in their little universe of one. That’s when I learned that saying, “I’m sorry. I cannot accommodate your request at this time”, was the most effective means of stifling such people.
Addendum: Don’t bother submitting comments that rant about the snooty woman’s alleged racism. I will not be approving them. The OP makes the case that her husband is part Hawaiian and therefore could be presumed to be “a local” and we have no idea what the race of the snooty woman was. Since the OP doesn’t include that she herself is of the same racial heritage as her husband, it would appear that snooty woman’s behavior of looking right through her as if she did not exist in order that her terse demand took precedent indicates this was pure selfish entitlement.