Well, that didn’t take long.
No sooner had the crippled cruise ship Carnival Triumph, snuggled up to the docks in Mobile, Alabama, than at least one legal beagle was fielding a call from a disgruntled passenger.
Thanks to a fire in its engine room, the C.T. had been bobbing around, powerless, in the Gulf of Mexico since last Sunday.
Nothing worked! The creature comforts were gone!
The lighting was sporadic, the air-conditioning failed, and the plumbing crapped out…waste sloshing from over-flowing heads into cabins and corridors.
In her suit against the Carnival Corporation, Cassie Terry of Brazoria, Texas, says the conditions were “horrifying.” She claims she’d suffered physical injury and emotional harm, including anxiety, nervousness …and (the ever popular) loss of the enjoyment of life.
The conditions were “horrifying!?”
Disgusting, yes! I’d also accept uncomfortable, annoying, inconvenient and maybe at times scary…but “horrifying!?”
Auschwitz was “horrifying.” Hiroshima was “horrifying.” 9/11 was “horrifying.”
But four days of roughing it aboard the S.S. Stinky, trying to avoid a slip & slide on the poop deck?
Not so much.
To my thinking, Miss (Mrs. or Ms.) Terry is either an opportunist dashing to answer that pounding on her door…or an extremely delicate southern flower, who often depends “on the kindness of strangers.”
As the Gump would say, “Life is like a box of chocolates…”
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