So I came aboard MS Ryndam in the middle of this prank. What I mean by that, is that I had no part in this prank's planning or execution, I simply sat back and witnessed the events unfold. And let me tell ya, it was priceless!!
Prior to boarding MS Ryndam the following happened:
Cruise DJ pulled a few pranks on a few fellow crew members that were not-so-nice.
Said crew members decided to get even.
Said crew members broke into DJ's room.
Said crew members removed all furniture from DJ's room. (Now you have to remember that the DJ lived in a Crew Cabin... all of the furniture was screwed in/bolted down/part of the freaking cabin!!! So just imagine the planning and cooperation from housekeeping and engineering that would be needed to execute this prank! Akk!)
Furniture was missing from DJ's room. Room was EMPTY. Bare bones. Nada. (All of DJ's clothing and belongings were on the floor of furniture-less room).
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. A day goes by.
Another day.
And another.
The DJ is stumped and without a bed, couch, etc.
Finally, just as the DJ is introducing the night's entertainment, he looks over to the stage, where the dancers should be and what does he see in the spotlight? That's right. His sofa.
The next night, on a different stage: His bed.
And so on and so forth, until all of his furniture has shown up.
I wonder how he got it all back to his cabin?
The moral of the story: Don't mess with people who can get keys to your cabin.
Prior to boarding MS Ryndam the following happened:
Cruise DJ pulled a few pranks on a few fellow crew members that were not-so-nice.
Said crew members decided to get even.
Said crew members broke into DJ's room.
Said crew members removed all furniture from DJ's room. (Now you have to remember that the DJ lived in a Crew Cabin... all of the furniture was screwed in/bolted down/part of the freaking cabin!!! So just imagine the planning and cooperation from housekeeping and engineering that would be needed to execute this prank! Akk!)
Furniture was missing from DJ's room. Room was EMPTY. Bare bones. Nada. (All of DJ's clothing and belongings were on the floor of furniture-less room).
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. A day goes by.
Another day.
And another.
The DJ is stumped and without a bed, couch, etc.
Finally, just as the DJ is introducing the night's entertainment, he looks over to the stage, where the dancers should be and what does he see in the spotlight? That's right. His sofa.
The next night, on a different stage: His bed.
And so on and so forth, until all of his furniture has shown up.
I wonder how he got it all back to his cabin?
The moral of the story: Don't mess with people who can get keys to your cabin.
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