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PAIGE
I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.
I just have to keep repeating the mantra.
There is a lot to like about working at this resort. Siesta Playa is
known for its crystal clear water, white-sand beaches, luxury
accommodations, and . . . grotesquely spoiled tourists, who all ascribe to
the belief that their year’s worth of credit card points entitles them to
nothing short of royal treatment.
I’m staring at one now while she rambles on and on about how I’m
ruining her vacation and, naturally by extension, her life. She’s standing
on the other side of the short desk, spitting venom. Her fury is so fierce,
the little veins in her forehead look like they might burst. Her mood is in
stark contrast to her bright Hawaiian dress and kitschy conch earrings.
The glasses she’s sporting on her head carry a little slogan, one glittery
word positioned over each eye: ISLAND TIME!
Now I see why her husband is cowering behind her on wobbly
knees, searching for a spine that she has long since quashed.
Sir, blink three times if you need help.
“Mrs. Daugherty, I’m so very sorry.”
For the record, this is my fourth apology, but it gets ignored like the
first three.
“You’re sorry? What am I supposed to do with a sorry? I flew all
the way here from Miami, y’know.”
That’s about a two-hour trip, runway to runway. With the way she
emphasizes this point, you’d think she’d just backpacked here from a
Tibetan mountaintop.
“We’re so glad you came all this way, and I understand why you’re
upset.”
No, we’re not—no, I don’t.
“I apologize again, on behalf of the entire resort team.”
Actually, we all collectively want to banish you from the premises.
“And, of course, we’re happy to offer you and your husband
excursion vouchers—or would you two enjoy a private beach dinner
instead? Courtesy of the resort, of course.”
Giving in like this—rolling over and taking it—is resort policy. Just
give the high-maintenance sociopaths what they want in order to defuse
the situation before the other guests (the ones whose parents loved them)
notice. I hate it.
In quick succession, she pounds her pointer finger down on the desk
like it’s a woodpecker made out of Vienna sausages. “I can eat dinner on
the beach anywhere. I want to see some damn whales! Like I was
promised!”
One of the excursions offered here at Siesta Playa is a guided
marine-life tour where guests have the opportunity to see dolphins, reef
sharks, sea turtles, and potentially whales. During the high season, from
January through early April, humpback whales swim through the Turks
Island Passage and give birth at Salt Cay. But seeing as how it’s midAugust . . . the whales are otherwise occupied elsewhere, doing whale
things. A fact made abundantly clear to any of our guests who might
have their sights set on seeing a majestic humpback this time of year,
including Mrs. Daugherty.
“I. Want. Whales,” she demands again, enunciating each word like
a grown-up version of Veruca Salt.
Her husband, temporarily abandoning his attempt to shrink into
oblivion, speaks up with a wobbly voice. “Beatrice, I think if maybe we
just—”
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