In which it's February and I'm writing about Christmas. This was like the least fun thing ever. And that includes the time I was hit by a car and left for dead by the side of the rode and then mauled by a pack of rabid coyotes. And none of that ever happened but I'm pretty sure it would be a more enjoyable experience than anything having to do with this episode.
We open on this sign that says "New Mexico - Land of Enchantment." I've only ever driven through New Mexico (quickly), but never found it particularly enchanting. Also, this music that you'd expect to hear on the soundtrack to
Walker, Texas Ranger, plays in the background. There's no other way I can describe it.
This bus rolls past the sign and since we unfortunately had to sit through the previous episode, we can be pretty safe in our assumption that this bus holds the fluff-headed dink we've all come to sort of grudgingly accept, one Steve "The Steve SAUNders Special" Sanders.
Sure enough, as the bus comes to a stop in front of some shabby building, we see Mr. Sanders' mullet peering out of his open window. I'm certain that all of the other passengers really appreciate the open window, given that it's probably, like, -13 degrees there in December. My takeaway from this is that everyone from Los Angeles is a hideously-coiffed asshole.
Steve descends the steps of the bus, saying, "Sure is cold here," like, perhaps, then, you moldy q-tip, you shouldn't have had your window open. He's followed off of the bus by a teenage-ish girl of indeterminate race, which is I guess supposed to tell us that Steve is not a racist. A terrible person in many, many ways, including the hairdo and clothing departments, but decidedly
not a racist. Anyway, Girl (we never learn her name because of course she doesn't matter) says, "
If we're lucky, maybe we'll have a white Christmas."
Steve calls the idea "kind of neat," and then Girl can't beat it the fuck away from him fast enough, lying, "It was fun traveling with you," and then confirming our theory that Steve is a self-absorbed garbage person, when, after he thanks her for listening to him, says, "What else was I gonna do for 16 hours?" They have a laugh over that one, although I'm assuming her laughter was a means of covering up her tears, she wishes him good luck on finding his bio-mom, then sees her mom and thanks her lucky stars that any interaction with this wool-headed douche is over. Peace out Mexican-Maybe-Some-Kind-Of-Native-American Girl. We really hardly knew ye.
So as this really, really terrible, like, diarrhea-heavy version of "O Little Town of Bethlehem" starts playing in the background, Steve flings his bag over his shoulder and starts hoofing it down the street like fucking Joe Buck or something.
