a magnet on a stick

I worked with Dr. Watson on the train this morning. It was a nice overcast 85° day. A welcome change from the 90+ degree days of late. Apparently everyone in Raleigh agreed as the park was swamped. We had a line before we opened the train. We did a total of 14 rides, none of which had less than 60 customers.
Towards the end of our shift a group of four Latinos approached us. An older woman handed Doctor her tickets and he began to scan them. The Department of Labor decrees no seat shall contain more than 3 people. I only tell this to groups of four. Groups of five or more will naturally split apart and sit correctly but there are the occasional parents with two small children. They will put both of the kids on their laps and think it’s acceptable. No dice, sucka's.

In my broken Spanish I tried to relay this thought.
Me-'No más de 3 por....' I can never remember the word for seat so I motion towards the benches.
Woman-"El asiento'
Me-'Si!' I turn to the only guy in the group. I would put him in his early 20's. I tried to ask if he understood. 'Entender, senor?'
Guy-'Bruh, I’m from San Diego. We speak a lot of English there.'
Me-'Oh shit! Sorry about that. In that case, the seating is a maximum of three. You guys will have to split into two groups. How is my announcement in Spanish?
Guy-'It was pretty wretched'
Me-'And what about my announcement in English?'
Guy-'It wasn’t as bad as your Spanish but it was pretty wretched as well.'

It's comforting to know I can embarrass myself in more than 1 language.