The rudest was a guy at the hotel bus stop (YC). DH was talking to another family sitting on the bench next to us. This guy had been standing there for a few minutes, walks over to the gentleman DH was talking to and asks where he's from (SC, BTW). The man then goes on to say that he could tell it was somewhere down south because of the accents (OK, then why did he ask?

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He wanted to know if southerners had different school holidays or something. It was the end of May and our kids were already out for the summer. Then he proceeds to give DH and the other gentleman a laundry list of what is wrong with southerners: we all sound stupid when we talk, act like hillbillies, and he tells DH that Louisianans are the worst of all...he can't understand anything we say.
Then I spoke up and asked him why did he join our conversation. We weren't talking to him...he included himself. His answer: He just wanted us to know that we were embarassing and maybe shouldn't speak when we were out in a nice place like the YC.

I asked where he was from and he said Indiana. Sorry (and definitely no offense to anyone from Indiana), but I didn't know Indiana was such a hotbed of sophistication. If he was so sophisticated he would know that YC is definitely not the fanciest place in the world.
For some reason, I just couldn't get mad. I started laughing so hard I was crying by the time the bus pulled up.

Thank goodness he wasn't going to the same place we were. He just stood there watching our bus as it pulled away with a strange look on his face.