She took the documentation that I brought with me and punched some things into her computer. After looking up at me with disdain, she walked to an older woman in the back and started speaking to her. The original agent made no secret that the conversation was about my situation as she kept pointing in my direction. After what seemed like an eternity, she returned to the counter.
“Well Miss Wheeler, it looks like it’s your lucky day. I didn’t think there was anything we could do for you but my supervisor said we can bend the rules. Since we can see that you have a booking with us, we’re going to let you board the ship.”
“Oh good, thank you so much,” relief began to wash over me as my body relaxed.
“Don’t get too excited yet Miss Wheeler. I’m able to see that you have a booking but without your information, I can’t see exactly what you booked. This is a full ship so I can’t risk putting you in a cabin that someone else reserved. We’re going to have to put you in one of our overflow cabins. It’s the best I can do. Take this over to security and they’ll get you boarded,” she looked to the left of me and yelled, “Next!”
Standing in awe, I looked at her as if she were crazy. I’d paid damn good money for what I’d reserved. Now they want to put me in an overflow cabin? The woman glared at me.
“I said ‘Next’, ma’am. You’ll need to move out of the way so I can help the couple behind you,” she blurted.
I took the boarding ticket from her and made my way over to security. The line was long and looked like it was standing still. The only movement was coming from my left as a long line of ship employees boarded without having to go through these scanners. As much as I hated waiting in the long line for my overflow cabin, I kept reminding myself it was a minor setback. In just a couple of hours, I would be in the middle of the ocean with a drink in hand and well on my way to relaxing on a beach.
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An hour and a half later, I was standing in the security line. It amazed me how many adults could not grasp what could and could not get through a metal detector. I witnessed several people have to go through four or five times before they finally got it right. Of course, most of the people having problems were older so I’m willing to give them a pass.
Once I was finally able to board the ship, I sought out a cute Mexican guide to help me find my room. He spoke quite a bit of English, though it was hard to follow his accent. I was a bit disappointed when he took me below deck and into an inner hallway. My original reservation was for an upper deck suite with its own balcony. I wasn’t going to complain, though. It was my own fault that I didn’t ensure I had my boarding pass. Besides, how much time was I really going to be spending in my room anyway? I planned to mingle and have fun. My goal was going to hang out by the pool, go to the casino, see a live show, visit a couple of the clubs, and just meet some people. Doing all the things Jeremy would never allow me to do made my inner Goddess smile.
My room was located at the end of the long hallway. Upon opening the door, it was clear that it was an extra room. It was also obvious that it hadn’t been used in quite some time. The air reeked of a stale, pungent odor. The attendant who helped me find the room told me he would send someone in to freshen the room up for me. He also said that once everyone was boarded and in their rooms, we’d be able to figure out what my original room assignment was supposed to be and, hopefully, place me in it.
I thanked him and handed him a $10 tip. I wasn’t sure what was proper as far as tipping went, but I intended to tip everyone as I wanted the best service possible. It would still be a little while before everyone boarded so I was going to check out the room, use the restroom and go up to the deck to wave at all the people I don’t know before the ship set to sail.
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