Below Deck 4/8/24 – Part 1 -Sushi Snafu

The sushi saga continues.

You know, if you look at this shot from last week’s ep, of Mrs. Afraid-of-Her Own-Shadow Primary, while Jill was ordering that Frenchy have sushi at the bar for an appetizer, (even though she nor Mrs Primary like it) you can tell she’s probably thinking “this isn’t what I want…I don’t like fish.”

Especially when Frenchy does make it clear that he’s using fish. Like if she had a fucking brain, wouldn’t this have been the time to say “can you make some without raw fish?”

Since I think they said they have eight kids, perhaps she’s never gotten out much and doesn’t know how to communicate her thoughts to other adults? It’s so bizarre.

And these two comments made by these two ladies in this scene were funny in a sad kind of way.

Jill quickly spouting off “there SHOULD be” when Mrs. Mute asks if there are vegetarian options (this is making me hungry for sushi…)

I think in that moment Jill realized that was not specified by her, and instead of admitting to that, was more than happy to throw the chef under the bus. She chimed in there a little too quick.

What a fucking shit human. I mean, really, the dude stood there and said as you can see in the caption he was using fish. And the dummy just stood there and stared at him blankly.

And this is my other comment that is such a head scratcher in this scene:

“I eat sushi cucumber avocado sushiiiiiiiii.” Oh so now the dingaling figures out how to use her words when the shit is already prepared.

Bitch if you didn’t tell him that, how in the FUUUUCK is he supposed to know. Ya just stood there with a fucking blank stare when he specified how the shit was being prepared.

You can’t fucking fix stupid. I wonder if her husband never lets her speak and this is why she’s so incapable of communication.

So now Kerry is involved, and everyone is thrashing around like a fish out of water (pun intended) fussing over this dumb ass not being able to eat the sushi, which was only an appetizer, not the meal, I want to point out. And there were also raw veggies available, at Jill’s request.

Mrs. Can’t Speak doesn’t look like she’s not well fed, but I guess it was too much to ask of her to communicate to everyone that it’s not that big of a deal, and she’ll munch on the veggies, as she sits here along the wall pouting like a three-year-old.

She knew damned fucking well she didn’t make the request when the dude was standing right in front of her and they were discussing the menu.

Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this when I’m in a bad mood. And maybe she should spend less time getting tattoos and learn how to function out in the world like an actual grown-up.

I have no patience for stupid fucking inept people at this moment in my life. And I’m not talking being a fucking genius or having degrees, or having a ridiculous IQ, I’m simply referring to fucking common sense. If you have no common sense, which is what is required to successfully manage your life, and get through a day without unnecessary toddler-like or trailer park drama, then what really do you have?? NOTHING. YOU HAVE NOTHING.

This woman was incapable of handling a conversation about fucking appetizers and now it’s everyone else’s fucking problem!!

And she gets Anthony in trouble and feeling like shit about it, to boot. He communicated. She didn’t. Her issue. End of story. Skip the appetizer. She’ll be fine.

Pretty sure daddy-in-law, inventor of Toaster Strudel, financed this trip anyway in which they got for half-price to be filmed.

Actually I would have been more impressed if he WAS the inventor of Toaster Strudel, instead of a fake vaccine that doesn’t fucking work.

This is my sushi story and I’m sticking to it!!