This post was written by Mr. Handsome’s youngest sister, Lena.
I would like to file an official complaint about inconsiderate people with children. I recently went on a tour of a cave, and there was a couple with a
young child who completely ruined the experience for me.
The first sign that things would be a problem happened when they were in line to buy tickets. Their son looked to be about one year old and was the squirmiest little thing I had ever seen. He kept flailing about
and going crazy and wanting to be put down and then picked back up…over and over.
“Now be a good boy in the cave, Little Buddy” the mom told her son, as if he could understand. Something told me that Little Buddy had no intention of being a good little boy. And who calls their son Little Buddy, anyway?
The kid started warming up his vocal chords before we even made it inside the cave. He quickly realized that the enclosed space really amplified the volume and added a nice echo. Little Buddy promptly began an audio display of his entire vocabulary, which consisted of various howls and screeches. I was actually quite impressed with the piercing high notes he could hit.
The tour guide asked the couple if they wanted to turn around and leave the cave. The wife, who was apparently named Ellie, told the guide that Little Buddy was just working out some energy and would be fine once we got a bit further into the cave.
Not surprisingly, that didn’t happen. The child saved up his energy until we were in the deepest bowels of the cave–about thirty minutes into the tour–to really show us the power of his vocal tubes. At the climax of the tour, the guide had the bright idea (no pun intended) of turning off the lights to show us true and complete darkness.
As soon as the lights went out, the little guy started screaming at the top of his lungs. His mom quickly turned on her phone light to console him, which completely ruined the effect and did absolutely nothing–Little Buddy continued howling for the next fifteen minutes, long after the lights
had been restored.
I was elated when two security personnel finally escorted the young couple and their son out of the cave. We all cheered as they were hauled away and left the rest of the tour in peace. As they were leaving, the wife leaned over to her husband and said, “Mr. Handsome, I knew it wasn’t a good idea to take Little Buddy on a tour of a cave.” Who calls their husband Mr. Handsome, anyway?
Mr. Handsome smirked and replied, “Well at least we should get a good blog post out of the experience.”
I later learned that this troublesome couple was removed from the premises and not given a refund for their tickets. Thank goodness–that is exactly what inconsiderate people with misbehaved children deserve. I am certainly glad I have never met or have no relation to Mr. Handsome, Ellie, and Little Buddy.