I spent the past two months cruising and visiting some of the most beautiful places in the world. Of course a lot of the time I spent playing cards with some of the old ladies I met on the ship, and even more time I spent feeding nickels into slot machines so I could get free pina coladas.
Here’s a tip: If you want to be surrounded by beautiful young people, don’t sign up for a seniors’ cruise. Okay, it wasn’t called a seniors’ cruise in any of the literature but other than the staff, I didn’t see anyone under the age of sixty on the ship the entire cruise. After being poolside when Edgar, a geezer about 110-years old, paraded by in his spandex swimsuit, the casino looked even more inviting.
So, I came back, somewhat refreshed, ready to dig into the emails that came in while I was gone. The only problem was, my email box was empty. Okay, maybe not such a problem considering all the ‘big winner’, ‘update your bank account’, and ‘kind sir, i will give you 10 million dollars if you help me’ emails that I usually get.
Apparently someone on the staff decided that I needed a new email address. So, without updating any links, they deleted my working email address and gave me a new one. So far, nobody has found me. — Queenie