Scummy Mummy Does Mexico



As holidays go, I am all up for experiencing new cultures and meeting new people, but If there were a ‘class’ system for holiday makers, then the vile creature we met on our pacific getaway would definitely be ‘steerage’. This Scummy Mummy was of the ‘ Jeremy Kyle Show’ ilk, donning her best Primark leggings and serving ‘Polyester Kaftan realness.’

We were introduced to her at Gatwick North terminal, when she declared to the entire folk at Gate 27, when the softly spoken gentleman at the lecturn politely invited all passengers requiring special assistance to come forward;

“My daughter has autism!, My daughter has autism!”

To which the gentleman swiftly replied “Can she walk unaided?”

“Yes”, said the scummy mummy, who was then met with the response;

“Then she doesn’t require special assistance….now sit down!”

I have full admiration for those that care for people who are a little less fortunate and have problems with everyday life, however I don’t imagine even her daughter would want the embarrassment of her mother declaring her diagnosis to the 300 people waiting to board the Dreamliner.

I had nothing to declare, except the 100ml bottle of Paco Rabanne, purchased moments before in Duty Free, but unlike Scummy Mummy, I kept that to myself.

Upon being turned away, she then concocted an affliction of arthritis in her left knee, rendering her suitable for speedy boarding. Bitch please….I have rheumatoid arthritis affecting my entire body but I have waited my turn like everybody else. The only visible affliction she suffered,was loving food that little bit more than she loves Pilates. Nevertheless, she boarded the plane and disappeared from our lives… until we got to Puerto Vallarta

“Coach number 1!” the nice TUI rep pointed out!

We grabbed ourselves a drink and made haste to the comfort of the fully air-conditioned bus to cool down our sweaty bits after being pelted by 35 degree heat, dressed in our full superdry travel clobber courtesy of our North Terminal spend up!

As the bus filled, I spotted Scummy Mummy loitering, daughter in tow, who now, through no fault of her own and without formal introduction was known as ‘The girl with Asperger’s”. A total shame that, although we discovered her name some time later….she was defined primarily by her disability…owing to her mother’s shameful attempt to get one over the ground staff at Gatwick.

“Oh no….shes getting on our bus”, I observed.

In her crumpled polyester and newly painted nails (the Mexican flag…..natch), she sat two rows in front…..great!  When the TUI rep boarded the coach and handed out our welcome packs, and  our invite to the respective ‘Welcome Meetings’, there commenced the ‘Been here, done it all before’ performance.  You know what I mean right?….that annoying person who has been to the same place many times before and decides to make it abundantly clear by interrupting and correcting the tour rep, who is busily trying to do his job.

Our 1st stop is the ‘Royal Decameron’….our hotel… What luck? However as soon as he announced this…I heard the Scummy Mummy let out a definitive ‘Yessssssss!’

Oh no!, we thought, how can this be? How can Scummy Mummy be frequenting the same 4 Star, All Inclusive complex as us. Im not one to judge (I am), but she hardly seemed the ‘high- flying business woman’ type. I even considered at the Airport, whether she was at the wrong gate, or whether ‘The Sun’ had extended their £9.50 holidays to include the Caribbean.  This aint Great Yarmouth Yarmuff love!  All I could think was she must be raking in the PIP and Carers allowance payments.

On the coach she had an altercation with the couple sitting behind her, who had kicked the back of her seat.

“I have just had a kid kicking me for 12  f**king hours on a plane, now sit down properly and stop f**king kicking me”,  she shouted. (Unnecessary)

As we got off and checked in and went our separate ways, I was glad that the complex was vast and had 650 rooms, the chances of seeing her again were pretty slim.


There she was at the welcome meeting again, enlightening everybody on all the trips and excursions that she has been on every year with ‘Aspergers’.

“Don’t go and see that show…the singers all mime”, and “Don’t use this taxi company, because they try and rip you off”.

At the end of the welcome meeting…co hosted by the illiterate potty mouth, the poor TUI rep took no bookings for any trips, thanks to the intervention from ‘Benefits Britain.’

The Hotel had 8 blocks, with 8 pools and around 10 restaurants and where did they put Scummy Mummy?… the same section as us of course, that was until she played the ‘arthritis’ card again and was moved to the ground floor…..every cloud has a silver lining.

We went back to book the trips. The ‘Rhythm of the night’ tour was extremely popular and we heard Scummy Mummy say that she wanted to do that on Monday….so we booked to go on Tuesday. Turns out it was so popular that it was fully booked on Monday so whilst sipping our welcome ‘Margerita’, on the boat, my eyes soon   fixated on the polyester whisperer!

In a desperate attempt to steer clear, the husband and I positioned ourselves on the boat’s bow, like Jack Dawson and Rose Dewitt-Bukater from the film ‘Titanic’.  As we sipped on our drinks and headed for the island, we couldn’t help hear the confessions of the plagued mother who was telling everyone that cared, that her daughter had paid for her trip from some compensation she had received.  Where there’s blame, there’s a claim!

Call me cynical, but I couldn’t help thinking that this was their way of paying for holidays. Scummy Mummy would  douse the floor with cooking oil in Sainsburys, and send her daughter down the aisle to fetch the Doritos and Beef Jerky, who would then unknowingly fall flat on her arse.

Everywhere we turned for two weeks, there they were!  Scummy Mummy exposing her cellulite and fat rolls to the entire beach, causing a mass exodus wherever she parked herself. (Every time her mobile went off…we all thought it was reversing). Poor Megan …yes we finally found out her name… spent the entire holiday in the hotel reception, stealing the high speed wifi (you had to get up really early to buffer before Megan had set up for the day), and playing with the strap on her swimming shorts (small pleasures).

We left them in Mexico, they were there for 3 weeks….must have been some fall.



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23 thoughts on “Scummy Mummy Does Mexico

  1. Margaret from soulfood101blog June 5, 2017 / 7:08 pm

    ok first off…HAHAHAHHA..cough cough, so sorry about that but it was bursting out. I wondered where you were, hadn’t seen a post in a while. I feel bad y’all had to endure that but poor Megan, she has to LIVE that. Hoping there were some “good” highlights of the trip and that y’all could relax and get away :):)


    • The Gay Stepdad June 5, 2017 / 7:24 pm

      I know..poor Megan, she must be really proud of her mum. So proud, that apart from the boat trip and the flight..she kept well away from her.


      • Margaret from soulfood101blog June 5, 2017 / 7:27 pm

        ummmmm can you blame her hahaha. You should have videoed it and when your kids act up, you could tell they HEY, we’ll start acting like this, and if that doesn’t work threaten them with grandma LOL


  2. noellekelly June 5, 2017 / 7:28 pm

    Oh, that’s just brilliant! Her poor child!


  3. Peg Stueber-Temp and Tea June 5, 2017 / 7:51 pm

    You should send poor Megan an invitation to a play date now that you’re home – the poor thing might need a safe space away from Mummy once in a while.

    Just don’t let her fall down, or you’ll be financing their next little vacation.


  4. Steve June 5, 2017 / 11:05 pm

    Admit it. We all love having these types of people to “people watch and make up nicknames for”. It’s part of the holiday fun. Last year we had a girl called Fishlipzilla and there was also The German Edna Turnblad (to name but a few). Oh there was also Penny Crayon who I still stalk on Facebook but that’s a different story haha. Hope you enjoyed your time there, I’d love to go to Mexico!


  5. Ritu June 11, 2017 / 10:52 am

    OMG!!! The things some folk do to get a paid holiday!!! Scrummy Mummy Indeed!!!


  6. Gabe Burkhardt June 11, 2017 / 12:45 pm

    Two observations come to mind as I read this delightful recounting of your trip to Mexico. 1. I actually enjoy meeting obnoxious people like this. It lowers the bar enough that I don’t have to worry about being that annoying ass. and 2. you ran into her so often, part of me wonders if she didn’t secretly want to become your new friend. This is how kids in primary school flirt right? 😉 😉 😉


    • The Gay Stepdad June 11, 2017 / 1:25 pm

      Both true. I love finding someone that makes me feel better about myself, and if only she had more intellect, I may have indeed found a new friend!!


      • Gabe Burkhardt June 11, 2017 / 1:31 pm

        AND if she had more love and respect for her daughter I might even be willing to stop kicking the back of her seat 😉


    • actualconversationswithmyhusband June 11, 2017 / 4:43 pm

      Yes! Okay, now we need contact details for this horrid woman… or at least her next vacation itinerary. I don’t want to meet her – ick – I just want to curl up on a lounge nearby with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and binge watch her like a season of Hoarders.

      I mean, let’s also save the daughter… but maybe after the binge watching? Or does that make me a bad person?


  7. actualconversationswithmyhusband June 11, 2017 / 4:40 pm

    That poor girl. I have to wonder if she really is autistic or if she just refuses to engage with the braying trash heap that’s supposed to be raising her.


  8. Home and Horizon June 12, 2017 / 8:49 am

    Bloody hilarious. You’ve had me chuckling on my daily commute to London with train passengers looking at me strangely! Do you know, there always seems to be one scummy mummy (or laddy daddy) when we go on holiday – and it’s Sod’s law we end up encountering them (like you) time and time again. Oh the joy! Well, I suppose you could call their antics mildly humorous depending on your mood I guess!


    • The Gay Stepdad June 12, 2017 / 10:57 am

      A holiday wouldn’t be the same without people to have a good laugh about!!!


  9. Jo-Ann June 15, 2017 / 12:58 am

    OMG!!! Well I had my laugh for the day! Unbelievable luck to have this woman (and her poor daughter) shadowing you across the continents!


  10. Elizabeth July 6, 2017 / 12:58 pm

    That poor girl! I can only hope the Asperger’s makes her somewhat unaware of the social nightmare that is her mother. As for being thrown in proximity to the polyester whisperer on such a regular basis I can only assume you made some poor decisions in a former life. Were you, perhaps, Vlad?


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