The Captain’s wife – part uno


If you ever find yourself bored on a cruise ship I encourage you to do a load of laundry. I know, who ever could possibly be bored on a cruise ship and why in the world would I want to do laundry? But I am the captain’s wife and I have been to Nassau, Bahamas sooooo many times that the only thing left to do there is take up basket weaving. Ok, maybe not, but you get the idea.

Yesterday I loaded up our bags and went to task. Two loads, and the last day of the cruise but we were in port so I thought I was safe and would have the facilities to myself. Apparently I couldn’t have been more wrong about this and so let the freakshow commence…

Let me just start by saying that is it just me or is it perfectly normal in the U.S. to remove the shirt off your back and just start ironing it? Not once, but twice this happened and one of them was a woman with five kids!

My next surprise was when I came back half way through the drying cycle to find that someone had put their t-shirt in with my stuff! Seriously? I always check the drum before putting my clothes in, so I was positive it was not there when I loaded up the machine.

Then, a guy came in with nothing. No clothes to wash. He looked at me, the t-shirt that I took out and hung on a hook and back at me, then took off his unwrinkled, nylon shirt and started nervously ironing it…hmmmm.

Then, the same woman with five kids came back after about ten minutes with no clothes to wash or iron and asked if I worked there. I said no and that I was just waiting for my stuff to dry because the machine wasn’t working properly and kept shutting itself off. Hmmmm, why was she even there? Was it her t-shirt that was tossed into my dryer? Was she waiting for me to leave so she could fish it out without me being any the wiser (footnote, I hid it in my laundry bag, this was starting to get entertaining)

She tried to start up a conversation with some guy who was ironing his shorts for like 20 minutes before he realized it wasn’t turned on, umhmm. She failed to notice that he was wearing headphones and singing to himself whilst I was just quietly reading a book. Then she started to chat with me. Yes, because that is what you do on ships…you wander into the smallest room where it is hotter than India and strike up a conversation with people you don’t know and who are clearly not interested in socializing with you.

Several more people came into the room, again with no clothes to wash or iron, this was getting to be quite the experience. I am sure that they were all thinking why doesn’t this stupid girl just leave so we can get our t-shirtback, hahahaha.

So by now I bet you are wondering how it all ended. I gave up after feeding at least $9 into the dryer and packed up my crap and hung it in the cabin to dry. As for the mysterious t-shirt, I took that too and then chucked it into the garbage. Yes, call me evil, but I cannot help but wonder what else happens in those little rooms when you walk out and leave your undies to fluff and dry? Why don’t they lock? And why would someone think it was totally ok to put their clothes in with mine?

And who takes their shirt off in a public launderette so that they can iron it while wearing just a bra? I mean, ok, maybe if I was desperate, or drunk, but really? Come on!

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About lmarmstrong66

I'm a blogger, painter, writer, singer. For the love of all things in nature and creativity.
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3 Responses to The Captain’s wife – part uno

  1. Natalia says:

    But don’t you miss doing laundry as a crew member? Hahaha…

    Congrats to your hubby on his promotion, didn’t realize it till this post.

    🙂
    Natalia

  2. Yvonne says:

    Strange critters, we humans!

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