The Girl Who Learned To Kneel

Today I sat in the lobby while person after person came in from their morning runs.

Not understanding how the people can drink that much just before bed and then get up and jog. In the very warm air.

Let me ask Simon.

Or my new Bahamian friend, Cash.

Cash said he would help me with anything I needed (for five bucks) ’cause he likes Canadians.

Or I could ask my friend from the Mid-West, Tom. No, he probably couldn’t help me. I’ve seen his problem solving skills in action. He asked me all bewildered if they take the custom cards out of our hands on the plane. And that was just one way he posed the question. He asked it a number of different ways, saying he was just that kind of person to get caught up in a quandary. He was super charming, but I couldn’t help but think a little on the slow side. I suggested we meld our brain powers and try and figure out the answer. Here goes: if they took the custom cards out of our hands as we entered the Bahamas…at the airport, we can probably assume they will do the same when we get off the plane a second time.

Go team!

What can I say? I supervised a PhD.

Maybe it’s a man thing. Man brain + Bahama air = slow thoughts.

Lest you think I’m exaggerating, let me introduce you to Fernando, with whom I spent thirty mintues on the first night trying to establish an internet connection. (The Mac users have united over connection problems.) He kept saying, ‘Why? I just want to know why,’ and then running through the same six steps. I was kind of mesmerized by his odd commitment to solving this problem. And I didn’t want to hurt his man geek ego. But I knew he wasn’t going to fix it. So I downed an Amaretto Sour, twiddled my thumbs, and waited for him to give up, which he eventually did. His bafflement remained.

Hypothesis confirmed.

Okay, now I must go enjoy the beach. It will be hard, but I will try my darndest. Darndest.

By the way, Elsie is a fish. We dunk her under water and she comes up going, “I did it!” Onlookers are enamoured, and we beam. That’s kind of how it goes.