Mrs. Cranky’s Peccadilloes
Mrs. Cranky has many peccadilloes. I won’t mention them, they are too silly. I would not tell you how she cannot wear glasses, not even the 3-D glasses they give you at the movies. I would not mention and embarrass her with a description of her watching said movies while holding the glasses up to her eye, but never actually wearing them.
Some people might find it strange for a person to prefer walking on the street rather than walking on a sidewalk. Some might find it strange for a person to eat pudding by dipping and not scooping. Is it strange that a person likes cooked spinach in ravioli, but will not eat it otherwise? Well, I think so, but what do I know.
Anyway, of all Mrs. C’s strange peccadilloes, perhaps the strangest is that she puts up with me, so I am all for her peccadilloes. I must say though, that on our recent cruise to Cozumel and Key West she floored me with a new one.
Before disembarking at Key West, we had to pass through a customs check, I guess because we had stopped off previously at Mexico. We were required to report to deck 4 at 7:30 with our cruise card and passport.
Before we left to see the customs people I dressed with shorts and a black tee shirt. Mrs. C stopped me. “You’re not going dressed like that are you?”
This was basically my attire every morning for breakfast. Except for dinner, dress on the ship was very casual.
“Yes, this is how I planned to dress. After we pass customs I thought we would go straight to breakfast.”
“Fine for breakfast, but you can’t dress like that for the customs check!”
“Why not? Why do I have to get dressed up to hand someone my passport?”
And here comes the Mrs. C answer and logic that keeps me on my toes so often.
“You can’t dress like that, these are Government Men!”
“So there is a dress code for ‘Government Men’?”
“Read the ship's directive.”
“It says do not wear a bathing suit or bathrobe. Hmm, I don’t see anything about tee shirts.”
“Just put on a collared shirt…Jerk!”
I went to see the Government men with a golf shirt and shorts. I guess my attire was acceptable; they took one look at my passport and waved me through. Took all of about eight seconds.