Came across 2 of these 'booths' in 2 days. One at the int'l airport we landed at (hubby asked directions from them, they were knowledgable about the airport and very nice) and the other at a pier on the beach...hubby had to race over and say Hi to them and I was standing there. The 'brother' was an arrogant boob. He made sure we knew he had been in Bethel, and was only in that lovely beach town because Bethel downsized 7 years ago. He said some more stuff, and asked about us being in that locale. I couldn't take it anymore and told him, "I used to live here as a kid, but my parents moved because the end was coming in 1975 and they needed to save their relatives in....(a really cold place)..obviously the end didn't come, my relatives couldn't have cared less about armageddon and we were stuck freezing to death."
The look on that bro's face was priceless. I walked off then and got some fresh caught sea food. Hubby followed and said absolutely nothing...the bro was dressed in a wool jacket, wool hat, tie the whole 9 yards. Everyone else was in shorts or bathing suits.
