Missing Mr. Cook

“Chuck, why is there a man standing outside our stateroom?” Glenda asked as we were coming down the passageway.

“A big guy in a black uniform. This can’t be good,” I said.

“Are you Mr. Charles?” the burly man in black asked me.

He stood outside my stateroom door as we returned from our excursion onshore.

“Yes,” I said.

“And your last name is . . .?”

“Cook,” I said.

“And it is obvious that you are now back on board the ship,” he affirmed.

“Is there a problem?” I asked.

“When you tapped your key card entering the ship you tapped twice. The first tap told us you were back on the ship, but the second tap told us you had left the ship. We just had to check that you were still onboard.”

“Sorry,” I said. “I’ll be more careful in the future.”

“No problem,” he said.

The crew of the Viking Polaris is very careful about taking care of us passengers. I like that.Read more