Hiddenhearth
Earning My Ears
- Joined
- May 16, 2001
One suggestion from the message boards that I liked was phone cards. I like to tip more than is recommended. These guys work so hard. And when they're good - like the servers and room steward we had - they deserve more. Well, nothing wrong with cash, but the more I thought about a phone card, the better an idea it sounded.
In the phone booths around the docks in New York Harbor, where the ships berth, there's always a pile of spent phone cards. I know what it's like to be at sea, thinking about loved ones back home, wishing I could talk to them.
Often you'll see a line of crewmembers lined up at the phone booths, as soon as the ship is berthed. Sometimes there's quite a wait, for their turn to call home, to their foreign lands.
Anyhow, we bought three international phone cards before we left home. Each were 600 minute cards.
Waiting for the right moment to pass the first along (I won't say to whom I gave this first), it was two or three days before I gave the first away. Much to my surprise and disappointmen, he barely thanked me, just putting it aside. Oh well.
The next I gave away with less enthusiasm. Surprised again!, for this helper stopped his business, examined the card, looked me straight to the face, asking, "Six hundred minutes?! This is six hundred minutes?!" Yes, international - I replied. "Six hundred minutes?! Oh thank you captain! Thank you!"
Then the third guy was even was even more excited. He was so grateful. He said he needed one for that very Saturday. He had been asking all around the ship for one, to no avail. "This is just what I need!," he exclaimed. "Thank you so much! Thank you!"
Well, alas, I must leave for New York in several hours. There were several more things in this now long-winded report I would like to tell you about. Our Personal Trainer session, the Rain Forest, the Surial Bath, Castaway Cay.
I'll have to wait several more days, if I am to ramble on, if any of you are still interested.
Til then, I hope some of you have found this informative or entertaining. As I stated back in Part 1, I feel it a duty to return some of the many, many hours of pleasure I had reading reporting reports as I pined for the elusive trip.
Keep on dreaming, Steve.
In the phone booths around the docks in New York Harbor, where the ships berth, there's always a pile of spent phone cards. I know what it's like to be at sea, thinking about loved ones back home, wishing I could talk to them.
Often you'll see a line of crewmembers lined up at the phone booths, as soon as the ship is berthed. Sometimes there's quite a wait, for their turn to call home, to their foreign lands.
Anyhow, we bought three international phone cards before we left home. Each were 600 minute cards.
Waiting for the right moment to pass the first along (I won't say to whom I gave this first), it was two or three days before I gave the first away. Much to my surprise and disappointmen, he barely thanked me, just putting it aside. Oh well.
The next I gave away with less enthusiasm. Surprised again!, for this helper stopped his business, examined the card, looked me straight to the face, asking, "Six hundred minutes?! This is six hundred minutes?!" Yes, international - I replied. "Six hundred minutes?! Oh thank you captain! Thank you!"
Then the third guy was even was even more excited. He was so grateful. He said he needed one for that very Saturday. He had been asking all around the ship for one, to no avail. "This is just what I need!," he exclaimed. "Thank you so much! Thank you!"
Well, alas, I must leave for New York in several hours. There were several more things in this now long-winded report I would like to tell you about. Our Personal Trainer session, the Rain Forest, the Surial Bath, Castaway Cay.
I'll have to wait several more days, if I am to ramble on, if any of you are still interested.
Til then, I hope some of you have found this informative or entertaining. As I stated back in Part 1, I feel it a duty to return some of the many, many hours of pleasure I had reading reporting reports as I pined for the elusive trip.
Keep on dreaming, Steve.
