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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, April 23, 2020

Story 338: Pub Trivia Night – Classical Edition


            (A group noisily arrives at a pub in the early evening)
           Customer 1: All right everybody, order your rounds and get them out of the way – we have serious business tonight that will require all our concentration.
            Customer 2: Yeah, serious business making serious money!
            Group: Huzzah!
            Bartender: Trivia Night doesn’t start for another two hours, and the only prizes are gift cards to this place.
            Customer 1: …This calls for another round!
            Group: Huzzah!

TWO HOURS LATER

         M.C.: Yowza, yowza, yowza, all you cats and kittens, it’s time for our weekly TRIVIA NIIIIGHT!!!!
            Crowd: Wooooo!!!!
            M.C.: Now, since we do it old school here: pencils and papers at the ready?
            Crowd: (Waving pencils and papers in the air) Wooooo!!!!
            M.C.: And away we go!
            Crowd: Wooooo!!!!
           M.C.: Seriously, though, you’re gonna need to keep it down a bit – the wrestling ring next door’s been complaining.
            Crowd: Wooooo!!!!
             M.C.: And yowza, yowza, yow – oh, already did that part – on to the first question!  (Hits a button on a control to start the game on the television screens throughout the pub) This one’s a softball: Which male character appeared in the most of Shakespeare’s plays?
            (The Crowd blinks as one at the M.C.)
            Customer 3: Oh come on, buddy, at least try to make it hard!
            Customer 4: Yeah, any idiot knows the answer’s Bardolph!
            Crowd: Duh!  
            M.C.: You are correct!  The answer is “That idiot Bardolph!”
Customer 2: Oh, I thought it was Falstaff.
M.C.: That one was just to lure you in: now, (Hits a button on the control to display the next question) here’s an intermediate one.  True or False: Voyage to the West, published in the 1590s during the Ming Dynasty, is considered one of the Four Great Classical Novels of Chinese literature.
Customer 5: Really, another softball?  True!
M.C.: Ha!  In your face – that’s False!
Customer 5: What?!  Don’t give me that rot; Voyage to the West practically invented the novel!
M.C.: Yes, but the English translation of the title is Journey to the West, so the answer’s False, ahahahaha!
Customer 5: I – but – it – I’ll fight you!
M.C.: Next question!  (Hits a button on the control to display the next question) In Cinderella, what was the slipper the prince tried on her made of?
(Crowd mutters in consultation)
Customer 6: (Raises hand) Is this Charles Perrault’s Cinderella, Brothers Grimm’s Cinderella, or another Cinderella entirely?
M.C.: Ooh, you guys learned fast: Brothers Grimm.
Customer 6: Well then it’s a golden slipper, since that was the last gift those magic birds dropped on her.
M.C.: Correctamundo!  Onwards and upwards.  (Hits a button on the control to display the next question) Ooh, we have a Name That Tune!
Crowd: Woot-woot!
M.C.: For this one, you’ll get 30 seconds of an instrumental piece: you then must name the title of the song, the opera it’s featured in, and the composer to get full points!  Bonus if you also get the librettist.
Customer 7: Boo!  Too many requirements!  (Throws a handful of potato chips at the M.C. and misses)
M.C.: You’re cleaning that up later.  (Plays the 30-second clip) Anyone?  (Crowd mutters in consultation) Really, folks, this one’s practically a gimme.
Customer 8: We’ve got it!  (Stands) That was “Au fond du temple saint” from Les Pêcheurs de Perles by Bizet!
M.C.: (Stares coldly at Customer 8) It clearly was “Song to the Moon,” from Rusalka, by Dvořák, you uncultured swine!  (Customer 8 sits in shame) What am I going to do with you?  Now, Lighting Round: in one minute, write the names of as many writers you can who died before the age of 40, go!
Customer 9: That’s just sick.
M.C.: Fifty-five seconds!  (The Crowd writes furiously) Aaaaaand time!  Let’s see the results!  (Collects papers from every group and whips through each)  All right, which joker wrote Harper Lee?!  She died at age 90!
Customer 10: Yeah, but her one real book was at age 34, so she was literarily dead after that.
M.C.: This is not a subjective essay question!  That’s in the Bonus Round!
Crowd: (Moans en masse; everyone flings down their pencils and leaves)
Bartender: (To M.C.) Thanks for ruining my tips for the rest of the night.
M.C.: Whatever.  (Hits a button on the control to the display next question) Perhaps you can answer the question of “Did Impressionism impede or hasten the rise of Dadaism?” in 10 paragraphs or fewer, then.
Bartender: (Grabs a tossed pencil and paper) Sure; got nothing else going on right now.