Jay and I spent the next fifteen minutes debating whether or not we should ask this man to pose for a picture with Plankton, who had somehow managed to sneak into Jay's cargo pocket before we left the villa.
The conversation went something like this...
Brenda:
Do you think I should ask him? I bet he'd do it since he's wearing the hat.
Jason:
You're a freak.
Brenda:
It would make a great picture!!!
Jason:
I bet one of his kids picked that hat for him.
Brenda:
I'm just going to ask. What's the worst that can happen: he reports me to security and I get hauled off for an interrogation about smuggling a non-Disney plush toy into a theme park?
Jason:
If you get arrested I'll bail you out after the Food & Wine pairing this afternoon.
I took a deep breath and tapped the gentleman on the shoulder. He turned to face me, looking slightly puzzled.
"Pardon me," I said, trying to appear both cute and non-threatening at the same time. "We couldn't help but notice your SpongeBob hat and were wondering if you wouldn't mind posing for a picture with Plankton."
He still looked puzzled and answered me in a distinctly non-American voice. "I don't know who that is."
"Ummm, he's a character on SpongeBob Squarepants ... the villain who's always trying to take over the world. He's our vacation mascot." I never realized before now just how lame this must sound to people who don't really know us or our sense of humor.
The poor man was completely baffled and he took off his hat to examine it more closely. "Is this SpongeBob? My children chose this for me at the airport."
"Oh!" I exclaimed, smiling at the group of tweens while Jay doubled over with laughter. "Then you guys know what we're talking about, right?"
As a group they all shook their heads. "No, not really. We've never watched SpongeBob."
By now the moment had moved from slightly awkward to downright confusing and perhaps even a little disturbing. Luckily the man had a healthy sense of humor and thought the whole thing was funny - it probably didn't hurt that Jay and I fit right into his idea of "daft Americans."
You Yanks are crazy but harmless
Thanks again Guy from Wales, for being such a good sport and for not reporting me to security as a potential escapee from the local mental asylum!!