October 22, 2014 - Obliviots

At Sea

In a blog from another trip I identified two types of passengers: firsties and homesteaders.

I am here to tell you there is another category: obliviots.

Firsters and homesteaders behave with intentionality. Obliviots . . . not so much. They are clueless.

Obliviots don't know the name of the island they are on.

Obliviots don't know where we will be tomorrow.

Obliviots on a tour don't know where the tour is going.

Obliviots ask questions about something the tour guide has already thoroughly explained.

Obliviots get on the wrong tour bus and don't know it until someone says, "You are in my seat."

Obliviots find it very difficult to get back to the tour bus at the appointed time and don't think to apologize to the 40+ people they have kept waiting.

Obliviots go through security to get on the ship, after four prior ports, and seem ever so surprised when they set off the beeper and are told to remove metal items from their pockets.

Obliviots go through security and then huddle in a group, unaware, right in the middle of the doorway so that nobody else can get past.

Obliviots stop for no reason in the center of a passageway - the narrower, the better. Doorways, too.

Obliviots sit on stairs and block the stairways. Obliviots put their feet on chairs

Obliviots are always in front of you. 

Obliviots are unaware that there is a line (queue for a British obliviot).

Obliviots drop used tissues without realizing it.

Obliviots enter one of the lounges in the middle of a performance and sit near the front and talk loudly so that they can hear each other over the performance.

Obliviots like hard candies, especially during shows. They think that if they unwrap the candies slowly enough, no one can hear it.

Obliviots usually don't know what's going on because they forget to stop talking during announcements.

Obliviots don't know how to keep cabin doors from slamming.

Obliviots don't know how elevators work. 

Obliviots are not able to foresee the consequences of their actions.

In additon to observing obliviots, we just basically vegged out. We watched a little bit of the passenger fashion  show, and later we went to hear solo violinist Craig Owen (not bad), and watch the production show, Disco . . . Blame It On the Boogie. The show wasn't bad for disco music. I didn't like the costumesvery much.