The first complaint comes from a passenger on Carnival Cruise lines, who witnessed one of the crew members on the shipbeing accidentally squished by an elevator she and her family were waiting for. She contacted Carnival when she got off the ship, and was unsatisfied with their response. Here’s a quote:
"I don't know that I want to go on another Carnival cruise. To see all of that, and to not be even treated any differently. Seeing how traumatic it was. I mean, we saw a lot of blood to the point that we knew that someone on the cruise could not fix what had just happened."
Yes, when an elevator lands on a person, it’s pretty much a rule that, afterwards, you’re only going to be able to fix the elevator. It appears that this lady expects a free cruise before she will embark on another Carnival vessel. Her demands may not end there. The crew member that ruined her trip by irresponsibly dying while she was partying is not available to make apology, but possibly she could get Carnival to solicit one from the dead man’s widow and half-orphaned children before they succumb to grinding Third World poverty due to the loss of their breadwinner. That, and maybe a free booze package, will be enough to coax her back on board.
Meanwhile, In Indianapolis, a womanposted a scathing review of the restaurant in which she partied on New Year’s Eve on the restaurant’s Facebook page. Here’s her quote:
“I will never go back to this location for New Year’s Eve!!! After the way we were treated when we spent 700+ and having our meal ruined by watching a dead person being wheeled out from an overdose my night has been ruined!!!
The manager also told us someone dying was more important than us being there making us feel like our business didn’t matter, but I guess allowing a Junkie in the building to overdose on your property is more important than paying customers who are spending a lot of money!!”
Obviously, this victim of bad party planning is of the opinion that a man with an attitude like that doesn’t belong in the restaurant managing field, but the more intriguing aspect of this lady’s post is her assumption that the dying individual was a drug addict who was buying the farm by OD-ing, instead of considering the more likely explanation, i.e., that this person was just dying in despair at having to spend yet another night, let alone another New Year’s Eve, in Indianapolis.
I might do the same thing, if I found myself in that situation. Being a wordsmith, I would have to leave a note behind, scribbled on a cocktail napkin. Because Hemingway is the patron saint of suicidal American writers, I would emulate him:
To die. In Indianapolis. In the rain. Alone. On the eve of the New Year.
But no need. It turns out that the dying person was just having a mundane heart attack, which she survived, the restaurant manager savaged the selfish customer back on Facebook, telling her to stay out of his restaurant forever, and started a GoFundMe page for his seriously ill customer, so now she’s getting paid for having a heart attack, though I suspect that isn’t going to make the practice more popular.
So most of the people involved are mostly happy, which is as it should always be, here in America.