Those who don't get it
Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 8:26 am
St John is spoken of as a place that either one “gets” or doesn’t “get.
Let me tell you a tale about 2 in the latter group.
Last week, my parents were on a cruise to the Eastern Caribbean. It was to celebrate my mother’s 60th birthday. In their typical style of maddening insanity, they booked a 2BR penthouse suite.
Of course they did.
I called ahead to NCL and had the room decorated for her and had some fruit and wine basket-thing delivered. They were happy.
So, on Wednesday morning, I was on the phone for work when an unfamiliar number rang on the home line. My wife answered from upstairs. 2 minutes later, she was bounding down the stairs, hair on fire, looking like a wild woman. Making this even more fun was the fact that one of her cousins in FLA had simultaneously butt-dialed me. Thinking that another relative had died, I was in a full panic.
“Your father is at St John Spice. He wants to know what we want”
“Umm…I don’t know. He’s what?”
They’ve been on plenty of cruises that have called upon St Thomas and I don’t think they’ve ever visited “that little island of yours”. And they do mean to condescend when they say it that way. They’re Maui people. We are not. They can’t for the lives of them understand why we don’t want to go to Maui (cost and time spent traveling are not things that should be worried with apparently).
My wife gave him ma very basic order and then they got off the phone.
I finished up my call and called my father back to thank him and provide some day-trip pointers for St John. I was going to tell them to get a cab and go to Honeymoon for a while. Then I was going to send them to Patton for another string for my frog necklace. Some sightseeing and some chores.
“We’re on the ferry”
“You’re on the what?”
“Yea. We’re on the ferry going back. It looked like it might rain so we’ll go back to the ship.”
“You realize it rains one cloud at a time down there, right?”
So, they proudly arrived on a ferry from Red Hook, hopped into St John spice, met Ruth, called us, bought some stuff and then got back ON THE SAME FERRY.
To go through the effort of getting a cab to Red Hook just to spend 10 minutes on St John?
I'm glad they went. I was able to get some steak spice and some Calypso Sprinkle, but I'd give a finger for 10 minutes on St John right now.
They are the 1%.
Let me tell you a tale about 2 in the latter group.
Last week, my parents were on a cruise to the Eastern Caribbean. It was to celebrate my mother’s 60th birthday. In their typical style of maddening insanity, they booked a 2BR penthouse suite.
Of course they did.
I called ahead to NCL and had the room decorated for her and had some fruit and wine basket-thing delivered. They were happy.
So, on Wednesday morning, I was on the phone for work when an unfamiliar number rang on the home line. My wife answered from upstairs. 2 minutes later, she was bounding down the stairs, hair on fire, looking like a wild woman. Making this even more fun was the fact that one of her cousins in FLA had simultaneously butt-dialed me. Thinking that another relative had died, I was in a full panic.
“Your father is at St John Spice. He wants to know what we want”
“Umm…I don’t know. He’s what?”
They’ve been on plenty of cruises that have called upon St Thomas and I don’t think they’ve ever visited “that little island of yours”. And they do mean to condescend when they say it that way. They’re Maui people. We are not. They can’t for the lives of them understand why we don’t want to go to Maui (cost and time spent traveling are not things that should be worried with apparently).
My wife gave him ma very basic order and then they got off the phone.
I finished up my call and called my father back to thank him and provide some day-trip pointers for St John. I was going to tell them to get a cab and go to Honeymoon for a while. Then I was going to send them to Patton for another string for my frog necklace. Some sightseeing and some chores.
“We’re on the ferry”
“You’re on the what?”
“Yea. We’re on the ferry going back. It looked like it might rain so we’ll go back to the ship.”
“You realize it rains one cloud at a time down there, right?”
So, they proudly arrived on a ferry from Red Hook, hopped into St John spice, met Ruth, called us, bought some stuff and then got back ON THE SAME FERRY.
To go through the effort of getting a cab to Red Hook just to spend 10 minutes on St John?
I'm glad they went. I was able to get some steak spice and some Calypso Sprinkle, but I'd give a finger for 10 minutes on St John right now.
They are the 1%.
