Last night's final Prairie Home how aboard ship was GREAT, lots of fun, every act got its turn, and the rhubarb, Guy Noir and ketchup scripts were even better than usual. A terrific send-off.
Unfortunately it was followed by some frenetic packing, because our luggage had to be out in the hallway by midnight. But that's not what I'm grumpy about.
I'm grumpy because they called our disembarcation group 65 minutes ahead of schedule, with no warning or apology. Picture a collective WTF?!?!? going up from the staterooms of all of groups 1, 2, and 3 Blue, the simultaneous dropping of doezens of forks across the dining room, and the waiting lines and phone lines of the front desk becoming instantly jammed with inquiries from borderline irate (or not so borderline) passengers. One of them was me.
It turned out that the buses for Green group were late and they'd tried to do a little creative reshuffling. Judging from the reception it got, I don't think they'll be trying that maneuver again.
Ultimately we left about halfway between our called time and our actual scheduled time. The wait for a taxi was not nearly so bad as we'd been led to believe, and soon we were dropping Kristi and Madelyn at their hotel and then arriving at ours.
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