ChefCarl
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Here is my take on the whole Blonde on the bus. As is the case when you put a bunch of people on a bus, there will always be strangers who get to sit together. The blonde ended up a few rows in front of me and right behind James and Devonna. As you might imagine, she had several beers on the way over and was probably more then a little buzzed. When we got to the matches, the guy who she made miserable on the way over was sitting just to the other side of me and John from Columbia, TN. The blonde sat beside him though it was apparent that they didn't know each other prior. Again one of those things that happens. During the last match Gunner vs Pearce, she was giving Pearce all kinds of hell and had moved to front where she stood and continued yelling at Pearce. At one point she told Pearce that he sucked and he responded yeah but you swallow. After the match, Pearce is headed to the dressing room. She got in his face and more yelling ensued. She at one point patted his face with her hand. Totally uncalled for and he definitely showed some composure and restraint. He probably could tell she was drunk. Back to the bus for the return trip. Everyone got back to the bus pretty quickly as the excitement for Piper's show was building. She was the last person on the bus by several minutes which wasn't enduring her any further to everyone else. The guy that she sat with on the way down had found someone else to sit where she had been sitting and when she got on the bus, she made a huge drama filled and profanity laced production over it. The guy moved and she sat down and that's when the drama continued to escalate. The guys sitting directly behind her gave her grief about her confrontation with Pearce. At one point, she claimed that a wrestler (I thought it was Gunner, I could be wrong) had given her his cell number and wanted her to call him when she got back to the room. Someone asked her if it was his number why didn't she just call him then and there and prove it. During this exchange, one of the guys was able to see the number and even read it back to her. At this point she became belligerent. Drama and much profanity ensued with her screaming something to the effect of "you better f'n delete that number" and "I want to watch you delete the number." By now, everyone was pretty sick and tired of her. She continued to yell at the guy over and over and several people began mimicking Steve Austin's little "What?!" after everything she said. At one point, there was even a small chant of "shut the f up" clap clap clap clap clap and I thought I heard a similar chant of "you're a dumb bitch." Finally a chant of "we want more beer" broke out. She either settled down or I was just ignoring her. Though from time to time, you could hear her still being pissy at the guy. Several of us began talking about wrestling in particular the territories, WWE, TNA, stories we had heard about people, etc. Someone brought up Missy Hyatt. I was sharing several stories of when I lived in Atlanta in the early 90's about Missy. A few of them tame, a few PG-13, a couple R rated. The last few were off color and were more NC-17 in nature. The last story was graphic but in trying to be sensitive to some who might be easily offended, I demonstrated with hand gestures in a way that only 2 other people could see. I ended it with a comment to the effect of if you were gonna screw her back then you'd need to tie a board to your butt. About 30-45 seconds passed and the blonde stood up and started in on me. She said she was offended though she never specifically said what had offended her, but I apologized. She kept berating me and I responded that I had apologized and dropped the subject. She continued to berate me. I said what else do you want me to say or do? I have apologized now for a third time and as far as I was concerned that the matter was over. This apparently didn't cut it with her because she was "calling me out" for what I had said. Thankfully, we were pulling into the Marriot so we were finally done with her theatrics. Of course several people wanted to know what I had done or said to set her off, but were glad that she wasn't yelling at them anymore. Any way, that's what I know of the blonde on the bus.
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