I go down to the lobby, check out, and ask for the shuttle service back to the airport. The lady at the front desk tells me that it runs every hour, on the hour, and I thank her and sit down. There's a guy in the lobby, but he's pretty absorbed in whatever it is that he's doing, and doesn't even look up. Which is whatever, I hug the back of the couch and close my eyes and listen to the trashy TV the hotel has on.
Dude had a kid die and one of his other's snapped her leg bones and the mother doesn't wanna believe it was anything other than an accident but cps and the courts have stripped him of his rights and he went to jail. But steve wilkos had him take a lie detector test and hey, his denials were the truth.
I hate daytime tv.
Anyway. The driver (who is Mexican) shows up early and gets my attention and I get on the shuttle and we go. We exchange quick pleasantries and he asks what terminal would i like to be dropped at? I hesitate before going "Uhm.... Delta?" And he says "Delta? Okay so terminal 5?" And I tell him "I guess so? You would definitely know better than me." He laughs and says "that's probably true." And we're on our way.
Yet before we are out of the neighborhood the front desk radios the driver and the dude who was in the lobby wanted a ride to the airport, too. The driver is a little irritated, because why didn't the guy get on? The Lobby lady, Taura (pretty freaking name), just says "if you're not on the highway can you please turn around?" And the driver says "yeah, can you have him wait outside, tho?" And Taura agrees.
He complains a little to me "Why he don't get on, hey?" And I tell him I don't know, I doubt the guy was paying attention to much of anything, but I'm 3 hours early so it really isn't any skin off my nose.
So the guy in the lobby (Asian descent) gets in the front seat and doesn't say anything and the driver sort of jokingly asks "Hey you were in the lobby why you no get on, eh? What happen you no get on?"
And the Asian guy immediately goes to, "I don't unserstand what you're saying. This is America, you need to speak English."
....what.
And the driver is pretty insulted. Which, honestly, I would be, too. He is OBVIOUSLY speaking english, and just because he has an accent doesn't make him deserving of disrespect. YOU were the one not paying attention, YOU were the one delaying MY transport to the airport. (You don't know I'm early, shut up.)
The driver responds "I'm speaking English! You crazy! Hey, are all chinese crazy like you? Huh? You all chinese crazy?"
What?
Omfg DON'T STOOP. DON'T STOOP YOU ARE DOING YOUR JOB WHAAAAAAT.
I don't know what to do I am soooooo uncomfortable. Do I speak up? Do I change the subject? Do I interject? Honestly I kind of want to yell at them both. I don't understand how someone, anyone, can so comfortably jump to so much condescension and their own superiority complex. Especially over what couldn't be more than a 10 minute delay.
The Driver (he wasn't wearing a nametag) turned on the AC back vents and I quietly thanked him. The Asian guy, who had an american accent (also not wearing a nametag but he had Korean on his jacket) tried to make smalltalk. It honestly still came off as arrogant and lame to me. He commented "no traffic, huh? Just wait till 6. When to you get off work? 2? Yeah just wait till six." Like come on. His life is more than just his job, ass. Do you live here? How are you qualified to comment on traffic at six? Shut up.
We get to the airport and start cruising past terminals. The asian guy asked asked what terminal the driver was going to and he responds "Five." The guy goes "No. I need to be dropped off at two. Drop me off here." And the Driver does this and the guy opens the door and says "Hey I will be downstairs at terminal two and I will need to be picked up. So circle back around."
Basically the guy drops me off at terminal five and opens the door for me and all and before I walk away all I can say is "Thank you. And i'm sorry for that guy."
What a fucking snob. And I mean the driver didn't handle it well at all, but seriously ugh.
Anyway, inside the airport my boarding pass came up and printed right away and I totally have a window seat. Score.
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