So, I went to Mexico with some family a little while back. It was a fair bit of fun, but as usual, it led to quite a bit of hijinx. As a reminder, this is the same set of people that made me laugh out loud about football statistics and created the "court of life" to judge the quality of decisions we saw being made. This time around was no different, really.
In order for this post to have the maximum comedic effect, we have to start with a little bit of back story. This was not the first time that my brother and his wife had been to Mexico. They'd actually been there with my brother's in-laws a few years back, and they'd thoroughly enjoyed the experience. That's actually part of the reason why we went this time, because they liked it that much the first time around. For the purposes of this story, though, the important part is that one of my sister-in-law's older brothers had gone with them. He is a good guy, and a generous tipper, so the staff all loved him. In fact, after his first day eating at the on-premises hotel, they were welcoming him at the door, pulling out chairs for him, and setting down food at the table before he sat down. He treated them well, so they treated him well back.
Well, all of the other folks on that first trip noticed that the staff was being pretty nice, so they started joking about it. He was a VIP, getting the full VIP treatment. Not only that, but the staff knew his name, so they were all referring to him by as "Mr. [Last Name]." Like I said, he was getting the full-on VIP treatment. Well, not being ones to pass up a joke, my brother's wife and her family all started calling him the same thing. He was "Mister" for the rest of the trip.
With that little detail out of the way, let's fast forward to the recent trip. When we sat down to eat, we were all polite to the staff and usually left a tip. It wasn't anything outrageous, but the folks got to know us a little bit, too. In fact, they were friendly enough that my sister-in-law decided to ask for a favor. She wanted to play a joke on her "Mister" brother, but she needed help from the staff. She wanted them to record a quick video asking him where he was, and that they all remembered such a hot shot VIP. It was all in fun, so they eventually agreed to do it. It took a few takes and a ridiculous amount of laughter, but eventually, the joke was played.
More importantly, my sister-in-law decided that since they'd clearly gone above and beyond (video recordings don't usually come standard with your meal), we should tip them well. It was just a quick way of saying thanks for playing along and being such good sports. Well, my brother handed them some tip money, and we went along our way.
The next morning, when we sat down for breakfast, the waiter casually dropped off a plate of bacon for the table. I wasn't actually at the table when this happened, but the way I heard it, he just put it down in front of my brother and his wife. They thanked him for the bacon, but they were curious; my sister-in-law looked around to see if anyone else had received bacon. Nope, they had not. This had been a special delivery just for our table. Suddenly, she got all excited and exclaimed, "wait, wait, this is Boss Bacon! They're giving us the 'Mister' treatment!" Given that this all started with her brother getting the exact same treatment years ago, it was way too perfect not to laugh. In fact, when I sat down at the table, I was informed of the bacon with, "hey, you want some Boss Bacon?"
Let's just say that joke didn't get old for a while.
In order for this post to have the maximum comedic effect, we have to start with a little bit of back story. This was not the first time that my brother and his wife had been to Mexico. They'd actually been there with my brother's in-laws a few years back, and they'd thoroughly enjoyed the experience. That's actually part of the reason why we went this time, because they liked it that much the first time around. For the purposes of this story, though, the important part is that one of my sister-in-law's older brothers had gone with them. He is a good guy, and a generous tipper, so the staff all loved him. In fact, after his first day eating at the on-premises hotel, they were welcoming him at the door, pulling out chairs for him, and setting down food at the table before he sat down. He treated them well, so they treated him well back.
Well, all of the other folks on that first trip noticed that the staff was being pretty nice, so they started joking about it. He was a VIP, getting the full VIP treatment. Not only that, but the staff knew his name, so they were all referring to him by as "Mr. [Last Name]." Like I said, he was getting the full-on VIP treatment. Well, not being ones to pass up a joke, my brother's wife and her family all started calling him the same thing. He was "Mister" for the rest of the trip.
With that little detail out of the way, let's fast forward to the recent trip. When we sat down to eat, we were all polite to the staff and usually left a tip. It wasn't anything outrageous, but the folks got to know us a little bit, too. In fact, they were friendly enough that my sister-in-law decided to ask for a favor. She wanted to play a joke on her "Mister" brother, but she needed help from the staff. She wanted them to record a quick video asking him where he was, and that they all remembered such a hot shot VIP. It was all in fun, so they eventually agreed to do it. It took a few takes and a ridiculous amount of laughter, but eventually, the joke was played.
More importantly, my sister-in-law decided that since they'd clearly gone above and beyond (video recordings don't usually come standard with your meal), we should tip them well. It was just a quick way of saying thanks for playing along and being such good sports. Well, my brother handed them some tip money, and we went along our way.
The next morning, when we sat down for breakfast, the waiter casually dropped off a plate of bacon for the table. I wasn't actually at the table when this happened, but the way I heard it, he just put it down in front of my brother and his wife. They thanked him for the bacon, but they were curious; my sister-in-law looked around to see if anyone else had received bacon. Nope, they had not. This had been a special delivery just for our table. Suddenly, she got all excited and exclaimed, "wait, wait, this is Boss Bacon! They're giving us the 'Mister' treatment!" Given that this all started with her brother getting the exact same treatment years ago, it was way too perfect not to laugh. In fact, when I sat down at the table, I was informed of the bacon with, "hey, you want some Boss Bacon?"
Let's just say that joke didn't get old for a while.
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