Help me, Mr. Wizard! Our connection to the staff continues to grow while our alienation with the other guests grows with few bounds . . . It's hot today, sunny and humid, so those of us who want to eat outside would prefer the two rows of tables under the balcony overhang. It's lunchtime and we're in the cafe so we feel like we should get a table at which we can eat lunch. There were a surprising number of people taking up tables and drinking. OK, OK, I get it - you're important and you can do whatever the fuck you want to but the brazen lack of consideration for other people continues to astound. You can literally drink anywhere on the ship - they will bring alcohol to you, put it right in your hands, you don't even have to get up, you don't even have to TAKE the alcohol, they'll put it right on the table next to you, so maybe not drinking in the restaurant at a meal time is a small act of kindness?
Merry Christmas.
Times are hard.
Here's your fucking
Christmas card.
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