Our room steward, Denny, was so nice and seemed to genuinely show concern and respect to our family. It was amazing. So as I thought about this issue of respect, which we are going to talk about today, I also began to wonder if respect can be bought.
How many of you have been on a cruise? This was our first and it was only because of my parents that we were able to go. And they do everything for you. It was kind of weird. Our room stewards at least three times a day came in and clean up our room. They made the beds and not just in the morning but in the afternoon if you had come back and sat on the bed and pillows, they straightened it up again. Constantly coming in including turning the bed down so it was ready for us. One time I got up at three in the morning to visit the closet called that we called a bathroom (that’s another story) and I swear that when I came back, someone had come and made the bed. Kind of freaky… who, what? And the thing was that Kendra was still in it! Really weird…
Kendra and I were kind of lost the first couple of nights back home. We kept looking to see if someone had made our bed and then put chocolates on our beds before we went to sleep. We went into the kitchen and wondered where the buffet was. I tried to talk Kendra into taking over where Denny had left off but she gave me the death look so I know that is not happening. As Rodney Dangerfield used to say, “No respect.”