I can’t believe I just fell for this. I really want to hear what you would have done, if you were me. Was it me? Here’s what happened…
My family was at the Dreams resort in Puerto Vallarta last week. The second day we were there, I decided to attend a tequila tasting in the afternoon. Since Josh doesn’t drink, I went by myself while he played with the kids in the pool. All good.
The tasting was interesting. I learned a few things and enjoyed the sampling of tequilas. The other folks in the group were jovial, as you could expect from a bunch of tequila tasters on vacation in Mexico. We all cracked jokes and made comments. Someone admired my sandals. I informed a couple of guys that they were getting sunburned. Someone else told me that it was her birthday. It was fun.
At the end of the tasting, the bartender stuck around to answer questions and impart more information, but I decided that I had had enough, so I left.
However, I forgot my sunglasses, so I zipped back to grab them, and as I walked up to the table, the bartender was pouring another round of tastes for the two sunburned guys. The bottle looked intriguing, and I could tell that the three of them had just spent the past few minutes deep in discussion about its contents. So, when they asked if I wanted to join them, I threw caution to the wind and accepted a glass.
“It’s REALLY strong,” one of the guys said. “Watch out.”
I kind of waved him off. I’m a scotch drinker, and I like a strong drink. I hate it when guys think that I’m a lightweight. “I’m fine,” I assured him. Then I took a big gulp, to prove my point…and SPIT IT OUT immediately because my throat was ON FIRE. I sputtered and gasped for breath, clutching my throat and wheezing.
“Oh my god!” I choked. “Do you have any water!?”
The bartender shook his head, so I literally ran to the nearest café for help. I drank an entire bottle of water in about five seconds, but my throat still felt permanently damaged. I went to find Josh and tell him my tale of woe, but he just laughed at me. “That’s what you get!” he said.
I knew he was right. Feeling a little silly and a lot sorry for myself, I walked back to the café for another bottle of water, thinking that if this didn’t help, I would head up to the room for a couple of Advil. As I rounded the corner, I ran into the sunburned guys from the tasting. They were in the middle of retelling the story to a group of their friends. “And then she said, ‘Do you have any water?’” they yelled. The group burst into wild laughter.
“Hey!” I said. “I’m right here!”
“It was just so funny!” they said. “Your eyes popped out, just like in a cartoon.”
“Ha,” I replied. Then I continued on my way to get water from the café.
However, before I could reach the door, one of the sunburned men appeared. “Can you help me out?” he asked. “I know I’m sunburned. Could you please rub some sunscreen on my back?”
I felt bad for him. He really was burned. I held out my hand for his bottle of Hawaiian Tropic lotion. I did think it was a little weird that he didn’t have a more manly brand, but I just assumed that it was all he could find in the resort shop. I squeezed out a palmful of sunscreen and rubbed it into his back. “Why don’t you just wear a rashguard?” I asked him. “Then you wouldn’t have to worry about this.”
“Um, yeah,” he mumbled. “Thanks.”
A few seconds later, I was done with the sunscreen. The guy quickly walked away. My throat was feeling better, so I abandoned my café plan and decided to walk back to my lounge chair instead. As I rounded the corner again, I saw all of his friends high-fiving him. As I watched, he tossed the bottle of Hawaiian Tropic back on the lounge chair next to his, which clearly belonged to an absent stranger.
Eww! Ugh! Ack! I just got conned into rubbing sunscreen onto a strange man’s back!
What just happened here? What would you have done?