You’d think they’d have the tender transfer down pat by this point but no, there we were, all waiting for our number, ours was 175, to be called.
By eight thirty am numbers one to one hundred and fifty had been called whilst numbers to nine hundred waited in the theatre to be informed, to be anythinged other than this interminable silence as to what was going on. At ten am she said it would not be long before she would call tickets two hundred to three hundred. This led to a near riot as those that held tickets before two hundred protested that they should be next in line.
Clearly not believing she hadn’t called these numbers when she did put out the next call she included this fifty which saw one hundred and fifty people rise and rush, only to be standing in stairwells and corridors, leaning on sticks or husbands or anything else available whilst we waited impatiently for the small number of tender places available.
And we were the lucky ones as those with numbers nearer the end had their tender transfer within an hour of it being time to return to ship.
In response to Zoe’s SSS