Day Five: The North Sea

We have spent the entire day on the ship with 900 of our closest friends (Doug took issue with my count of 500). I have barely spoken to anyone (except for Doug) all day and when I have, it has not gone well. After breakfast, two nice couples asked us to play Trivia with them and I said, “No thank you, we’ll pass.” They looked at me as if I had let out a stream of swear words. Okay. My next foray into polite conversation was this evening in the Lady’s. As background information, they have a recording of birds chirping in all of the women’s restrooms. (Can’t speak for the men’s because Doug doesn’t hear high frequencies.) I said something mildly amusing to the lady washing her hands next to me and she looked at me blankly. Then I said, “I think I hear birds chirping.” No response. Finally, tonight at dinner in the buffet style restaurant, I was reading the tiny signs explaining the food and one said “Veal Breasts.” I turned to the lady next to me and said, “Aren’t veal too young to have breasts?” Birds chirping.