Oh, hey, at 3:15 PM, it's time for Eric and Pink to leave the mat. Disorienting! Pink tells us that the whole thing is "testing [their] relationship," because the "extreme situations" are causing them to "argue a little bit." By which she means, "I kind of never knew he was this putzy until I got to know him." Believe me, lady, I've been there. She says that she doesn't think it's fair that Eric is "snippy" anytime she expresses her opinion. I concur, Pink. Don't you take that lying down. So to speak. And also literally. Eric has to explain to her where Warsaw is, though, so she's not off to the best possible start in terms of making contributions. They get in a cab, and she indicates her braids, telling him she looks "like a little Polish girl." Eric says she doesn't look Polish, and she insists Polish girls are blondes. He's not sure how she knows what Polish girls look like if she didn't know where Warsaw is located. At the Mob Rule Travel Agency, Mirna still has nothing but contempt for the travel agent.
Uchenna and Joyce board their flight at Zanzibar airport. At 3:20 PM, they leave for Johannesburg.
Eric and Pink arrive at the Mob Rule Travel Agency. Inside, Danny and Oswald and Mirna and Charla break the news that they've already been here for seven hours. Yikes. Can you imagine having Mirna inside your place of business for seven hours? I think that technically qualifies under international law as a siege. Eric asks if they've found anything better than the 11:25 arrival, and Mirna turns around and extravagantly snots sarcastically that of course, there are better flights, and they decided to turn them down just to wait for Eric. I think she misunderstood the question just a little, because I think he was trying to find out whether it was a matter of no space, or a matter of no flights, or what. Eric suggests to Pink that they look for another travel agency, but she's not sure how much good that's going to do. Outside on the sidewalk, she gets a little more assertive and says she isn't sure where it is he wants to go. He's sure there's another travel agency in Zanzibar; she's not so sure. He finally says they can stay, just as she's saying they can go. He stomps back inside. "It's like talking to a five-year-old," she comments as she follows him. "Come on, baby," she says, and it's not the nice kind of "baby." It's the pacifier kind. They continue to bicker right into the taxi. He tells her everything turns into an argument, she tells him to grow up... you get the picture. They're a great couple. "Your personality is absolutely irritating; I don't know where it came from," she says. It's a little late to be this surprised, since one place his personality came from is the last time he was on television, which she theoretically saw.