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Thursday, August 3, 2023

Story 501: Never Turn Down a Free Cruise

NOVEMBER

 Friend 1: (On the phone) Hi, I’m in the middle of the supermarket checkout line and everyone’s glaring at me, what’s up?

Friend 2: (On the phone) You… could’ve just let it go to voicemail and called me back later.

Friend 1: I could’ve but now I’m in too deep, so what’s up?

Friend 2: Well, long story short, I found out I won an actual, legitimate cruise for two to Alaska for next year and since none of my family are even remotely interested I figured I’d ask you next.

Friend 1: Aw, offering me to be your plus-one on a free cruise, you’re so sweet!  This must be what it feels like to be rich!

Friend 2: A little bit, yeah.  But it’s only the room and main meals that are free – everything else is à la carte.

Friend 1: Naturally.  You know, I’ve never been on a cruise before; I’ll have to think about it first and get back to you.

Shopper 1: (Standing behind Friend 1) What’s to think about; it’s a free cruise!

Shopper 2: (Standing in front of Friend 1; turns around) Where’s it going?

Friend 1: Alaska.

Shopper 2: I’ve always wanted to go there!  Take the free ride!

Shopper 1: If you don’t, I will!

Friend 2: Sounds like the committee voted “Yes.”

Friend 1: (To Friend 2) Yeah, sure, it sounds great, it’s just all so sudden, I have to figure out if I can get time off from work and how we’re gonna get there and back and all the logistics stuff.

Shopper 2: Who cares?!

Friend 1: (To Shopper 2) Clearly I do.

Friend 2: It’ll be in July so it’s plenty of advance notice for work; I’ll book everything and let you know whatever your share is for plane tickets and what-not; this’ll-be-great-thanks-bye!  (Ends the call)

Friend 1: (Puts away the phone and stares into space) “Plane tickets”?

Shopper 2: Who cares?!

Friend 1: But flying’s such an ordeal; can’t the ship just swing by and pick me up?

 JULY

DAY 1

(At a pier in Seattle)

Friend 2: (To Friend 1 after they pay their taxi driver and Haul their suitcases to the line of tourists; points to the docked cruise ship) There it is!  Life size now!

Friend 1: (Looking around) There what is?  A giant apartment building’s blocking the view.

Friend 2: That’s it!  That’s the ship!  Don’t you see the lifeboats and the bow and the portholes?!

Friend 1: (Long blinks and looks at the entire vessel up and down) That’s the ship?!  It’s a floating city!

Friend 2: Pretty much – last I heard the medical bay was expanded into a full-blown hospital this year, complete with a double-decker ambulance.  Didn’t you watch any of the videos I sent you that showed all the stuff on board?

Friend 1: I wanted to manage my expectations.

(Later on the pool deck, Friend 1 and Friend 2 lounge on chairs and watch the kiddies and their parents splash around)

Friend 1: (Eating an ice cream sundae) I’ve noticed that no matter how early in a party it is, there’s always somebody in the pool.

Friend 2: Yep – it’ll probably be too cold for most of the trip once we head north, but there’s a heated pool inside and a few hot tubs we can bake in for about 15 minutes a pop.

Friend 1: Too cold?  It’s the middle of summer!

Friend 2: Yeah, and we’ll be knocking on the door of the Arctic Circle.

Friend 1: Tell that to the now-amphibious polar bears!

Friend 2: (Sips a lemonade and mutters) It’s not that bad there.  Yet.

Friend 1: (Devours the cone) Well, the minute I see palm trees where we’re going, I’ll know the end has come.  (Opens a brochure to Juneau that shows palm trees in the scenery; holds out the picture to Friend 2) KNEW IT!!!

Friend 2: Relax; palm trees can grow there; we’ll still see glaciers and snow.

Friend 1: Before they turn to water!

Friend 2: (Stands) Whatever: I’m going to our skydiving simulator reservation – you still coming?

Friend 1: (Immediately trots to the upper deck) No need to ask.

(In the main dining room at dinner)

Friend 1: (Reading a menu) So I can order every single thing on this, twice, and not get charged for it?

Friend 2: Basically, except for the specials on the bottom that are extra – everything else is included, so go wild.

Friend 1: (Softly, while scanning the dish descriptions) Yesssss….

Server: (Returning after taking drink orders earlier) Hello, ready to order?

Friend 1: Yes: I want one of each, sans the items with dollar signs next to them, and the extras boxed up to bring back to the room, please.

Server: (Writing down “EVERYTHING”) OK, I’ll wheel you out a few trays later.  (To Friend 2) Same for you?

Friend 2: No thanks – just the salad, fish, and key lime pie, please.  (To Friend 1) I actually have some self-control.

Friend 1: Apparently, that attitude is not encouraged here.

Server: (Finishes writing the orders and takes the menus) Great – your food will be out in a few minutes!  There’ll also be a magic show here starting soon that’ll be your entertainment for the evening, so enjoy!  (Leaves to round on 10 other tables)

Friend 1: Wow.  Everyone who works here is super nice – I almost feel guilty.

Friend 2: Why?

Friend 1: Because I’m tempted to start asking for unreasonable things just to see if they’ll do it.

Friend 2: Ew – I thought you were going to say you feel bad that they’re working all the time trying to “please” us and all we have to do is be grateful and tip generously afterward.

Friend 1: That too.  (Glances at watch) I forgot to check – when’s this show getting on the road?

Friend 2: The magic show?

Friend 1: No, the cruise!  I thought we would’ve started sailing ages ago!

Friend 2: We did.  (Gestures to a window) See?  Just the open water now.

Friend 1: (Leans forward to stare, then places hands on the table and stares at it) I don’t even feel anything moving….

Friend 2: I know, right?  Ship stabilizers are great these days!

Friend 1: (Still holding onto the steady table) Most… disconcerting….

(Several hours later)

Friend 1: (To Friend 2 as they leave the main theater with the rest of the audience) I tell ya, that juggler-acrobat-comedian-contortionist-stenographer was great!  Sure don’t get talent like that back home!

Friend 2: We… sure do, all the time; how many shows are in our area that are just like that?

Friend 1: Yeah, but it feels more special when it’s being done on the high seas.  (Stops to peer longingly at a gourmet milkshake shop in the main avenue of the ship as the crowds and scooters whiz by all around them)

Friend 2: That stuff’s part of the extras, you know.

Friend 1: Yet totally worth it.  (Turns to take in everyone around them) Would you look at that: people came from all over the world to this one spot, either to have a good time or to possibly be overworked providing a good time to others.  I wonder if this is the closest the world’ll ever get to utopia?

Friend 2: I doubt it: too expensive, consumerist, and wasteful to be ideal.

Friend 1: (Glances at the plate suddenly in Friend  2’s hands) I noticed that hasn’t stopped you from taking all the free pizza.

Friend 2: (Between bites) When am I ever gonna get the chance again to have 10 different styles of pie and not feel it in my wallet?  I’m at peace with my hypocrisy.

Friend 1: That’s great.  (Takes out phone and scrolls through the ever-expanding itinerary on the cruise app) Well, it’s only midnight; up next is standing on line for an hour for bumper cars – you in?

Friend 2: No thanks; that’s all you.

Friend 1: Oh, it will be once I’m done demolishing my teenage adversaries.  (Skips away to run up 10 flights of stairs rather than wait two minutes for an elevator)

Friend 2: (Also takes out phone to check the app) No way they can fit bumper cars on this thing.  (Sees a picture of the massive sports center) Heh – whaddya know.  (Continues eating with one hand while scrolling with the other and walking toward the casino) Ooh, pickleball at 7 a.m. – trendy.

 DAY 8

(Friend 1 and Friend 2 stand on line with their suitcases to disembark the ship)

Friend 1: I can’t believe we’ve been here more than a week and it’s already over!  I didn’t even get to check out the library yet!

Friend 2: There’s way too much going on to do everything; I’m just glad I got to do all the trivia contests I wanted.  Lost them all, but still.

Friend 1: Speak for yourself – I won a fabulous highlighter that one time.

Friend 2: We were supposed to be working as a team, you know.

Friend 1: Is it my fault you have zero knowledge of 80s music?  I can’t be held back when I’m on a winning streak.

Friend 2: Anyway, those and the shore excursions were what I really wanted to do, and I’m glad they all went well.

Friend 1: Yep, those were great.  Learned so much about the Native American tribes who live there, and the Russian colonists who used to live there, and all the land the latter sold to the U.S. right out from under the former, and how the U.S. was all “Too bad”, and how there’s really nothing you and I can do about it now except appreciate the history and culture and give lots and lots of tourism money.

Friend 2: …Yeah, all that.  And we did get to see the glaciers.

Friend 1: And loads of bald eagles and ravens!  But, disappointed - no whales.

Friend 2: Or dolphins.

Friend 1: Or bears.

Friend 2: Eh – not up close for me.

Friend 1: Or Northern Lights.

Friend 2: Wrong time of year.

Friend 1: Still – lately they’ve been showing up randomly way south of where they should be, it would’ve been nice when we’re actually in their home base if they’d made a guest appearance just once during the 10 p.m. sunsets.

Friend 2: Sure, sure.  Well, at least we got to see the glaciers before they fully melted.

Friend 1: Yeah, that was pretty cool.  (Looks out to the pier and mutters) Pun intended.

Friend 2: Yeah.  (They advance several inches in line) Since you really got to experience glacier melt firsthand.

Friend 1: (Still looking out to the pier) We agreed never to speak of that again….

 TO BE CONTINUED

Thursday, August 8, 2019

Story 301: Spider Protection Services, LLC


            (Homeowner answers a knock on the door)
            Homeowner: (Upon seeing visitor is a human-sized spider) Uhhhhh….
            Spider 1: Hello friend!  I am here to offer you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to protect your home and keep yourself healthy and free of all kinds of pesky critters and vermin!  Today only, you can have complete home security installed with Spider Protection Services, LLC – absolutely free!
            Homeowner: Uhhhhh….
           Spider 1: No fees, no contracts – this requires literally no action on your part!  Now how can you pass up an offer like that, hm?
            Homeowner: Uhhhhh… it sounds like a racket.
          Spider 1: It totally does, but it totally isn’t!  I’m telling you, friend, you can’t beat a living arrangement like this!
            Homeowner: “Living arrangement?”
           Spider 1: Yes indeedy!  All you have to do is let me and my crew set up shop in your abode and do our thing unmolested, and we’ll take care of the rest!
            Homeowner: The rest being…?
            Spider 1: Slaughter all the invaders who dare to cross your threshold, of course!
            Homeowner: What?
            Spider 1: Oh you know, the usual riff-raff: mosquitos, flies, fleas, ringworms, rats –
            Homeowner: WHAT?
           Spider 1: – the constant bombardment of the invading forces that never end, no matter how much insulation or caulk you think you surrounded yourself with.  It’s a nightmare, friend: one you no longer need suffer under.
            Homeowner: I don’t know… what’s the catch?
            Spider 1: There is none!  We only ask one thing in return: not to kill us.
            Homeowner: Not to kill you?  That’s it?
            Spider 1: That’s it!  You’re already doing it – like I said, it requires literally no action on your part.
            Homeowner: Huh.  Still sounds like a racket.
            Spider 1: I assure you it only sounds like one.
            Homeowner: All right: I’ll try it, and if I don’t like it I’ll just throw you all out.
          Spider 1: (Chuckles) Of course.  May I go ahead and place this on your door?  (Holds up a sticker)
            Homeowner: Uhhhhh, sure?
           Spider 1: Splendid.  (Slaps the sticker that reads “Spider Haven” on the door, then turns to face the driveway) All right everybody, come on in!
            Homeowner: Wha – ?  (A stampede of human-sized spiders enter the house and immediately begin spinning webs in every corner) Wait-wait, there’re no… tarantulas or anything like that coming in, are there?
            Spider 1: Oh heavens no; we’re all the harmless-to-your-species kind. (Inspecting the rooms; to Homeowner) You live alone?
            Homeowner: Uh, yeah.
            Spider 1: Good.  (Points to the den)  You probably won’t be using that room anymore.
           Homeowner: Well, my sports equipment’s in there – (Spider 1 gives a look) Yeah, I haven’t touched them in a while.
            Spider 1: Splendid.  (A crash is heard in the bathroom) What’s going on in there?
            Voice: Nothing!
            Spider 1: Remember to leave the pipes, drains, and vents unobstructed, you all got that?
            Voices: Yes!
           Homeowner: (Looking up at a ceiling fan that is slowly being covered by a web) Uh, I actually was going to turn that on later today.
            Spider 1: You got air conditioning, don’t you?
            Homeowner: I try not to use it that much; I like the fan better.
            Spider 1: Start liking the air conditioning better.
            Homeowner: Oh.
            (Another crash is heard, this time from the kitchen)
          Spider 1: Excuse me; some of them haven’t entirely mastered the art of self-control yet.  (Heads into the kitchen) I said, “No cabinets!”
            Homeowner: (Stares at all the work-in-progress throughout the house) Hmm….
          (At night, Homeowner wakes up to hear a threatening conversation coming from the living room and gets up to investigate; in a corner by an armchair, two spiders watch a centipede caught in their web)
            Centipede: I swear, I’ll never come to this neighborhood again!
            Spider 2: Heh-heh, you got that right.  (Smacks drooling chelicerae together)
            Homeowner: (Turns on a light) What are you doing?
            (All three stare at Homeowner)
            Spider 3: What’s it look like we’re doing?
            Homeowner: I don’t know, I think you should let it go.
            Centipede: I agree!
           Spider 2: (To Homeowner) Listen pal, we gotta eat too, and this is what you agreed to – do you actually want this guy crawling around all over the place?
            Homeowner: (Shudders in disgust) Ew, no.  I don’t know why, but no.
            Spider 2: Exactly.  So we kill `em for you.
            Homeowner: No, wait, don’t kill it!
          Spider 2: (Sighs, takes out a phone, and selects a number; after a few rings) Yeah, we got a problem with the landlord.
            Homeowner: Huh?
            (Spider 1 enters from the kitchen)
            Spider 1: Well hello there!  What seems to be the issue?
          Spider 2: (Pointing to Homeowner) Humane Society here’s interfering with our business.
            Spider 1: (Uses a leg to guide Homeowner away from the scene) Now, now, I know it may be difficult for your kind to face something like this now that most of you’ve outsourced your hunting and gathering, but this really is completely natural and only to your benefit.
            Homeowner: (Tries to look back at the scene) But – it seems to be suffering –
           Spider 1: Is it?  Listen, the whole process is very quick with little-to-no cruelty, and we only consume the ones who get caught in our webs so really, it’s their own fault for not looking where they’re going.
            Homeowner: But –
            Spider 1: Tell me: do you like to eat hamburgers?
            Homeowner: (Chagrined) Yes.
          Spider 1: Uh-huh.  And considering the lifetime of captivity and, I imagine, horrific execution of the cattle involved, you still would eat the hamburger, yes?
            Homeowner: I usually don’t think about all that.
           Spider 1: Uh-huh.  Well now that you are, can you still tell me that what we do makes our food suffer?
            Homeowner: I guess not.
           Spider 1: Good.  (Looks back at the scene) There!  All done.  And your house will continue to be free of pests.
            Homeowner: (Turns to see Spiders 2 and 3 chowing down) I guess.
            (A crash is heard from the bedroom; Homeowner runs in with Spider 1 close behind, and they see that the bed is covered in one giant web)
            Homeowner: (Building up to a scream)
           Spider 1: (To spider on the web) Really, how many times do I have to say it: not in the high-traffic areas!
            Spider 4: (Freezes in mid-spin) What?  No one was here.