The Great Scone Caper ...

Two of the survivors

So … Hillary and I go up to the “Living Room” to play a game of Mexican Train and to get a couple of scones. The “Living Room” is a very, very nice space on the very bow of the ship with beautiful windows and “intimate” areas to sit, read, etc.

At 15:00 every day, they also serve the best scones you will ever have in your life. Because I like to plan, we were playing Mexican Train (BTW, I’m getting my back end kicked once again by Hillary) waiting for staff to set up the scones. As we were sitting there playing the game and watching, along comes a British “gentleman” (and I’m using that term very loosely) to get his scone. Later, the accident investigation will reveal that he simply was a clutz, however, both Hillary and I watched in horror as he grabbed a scone with his hands and then dropped the scone on the floor. It shattered into many pieces.

This is where the story could have ended and … it did not. Our British “gentleman” then proceeded to look around the room (obviously missing my starring eyes) and pick up the dead scone pieces and put them (along with thousands of germs etc. from the floor) back on the serving platter. Hillary and I were both shocked and appalled. We proceeded to provide emergency services by getting the attention of the food & beverage manager and explaining the situation. Needless to say there were 25 scone casualities.

Now, these are the people we see everywhere and right after dinner we watched his wife proceed directly into the men’s room. Wow, we simply cannot make this stuff up!  Two more days to Hilo!