Drama

Y'all know that I love drama: real drama,  made-up drama, speculated on drama, barely there drama.  I'm not picky.  It's probably the reason I watch every Housewives franchise on Bravo TV.  There is no drama too small or too inconsequential that could make me look away.  I'm IN, baby!  E'ry time.  So in the wake of receiving the "cancer" verdict, it was only natch'ral that I would feel entitled to some home made drama.  So I went there-gnashing, arm flinging rage was my drama of choice.  And my victim???  Why, Carnival Cruise Lines, natch'rally... 

And it went a lil sumpin like this:

"REFUND MY GODDAMN FUCKING $$$ BECAUSE I HAVE GODDAMN FUCKING CANCER!!!"

And the very nice lady, of course, is sorry to hear this (which makes me want to kick her in her GODDAMN FACE-natch'rally).  But this is just not company policy.  Can she schedule a cruise for me at a better time, perhaps?

"THERE IS NO FUCKING BETTER TIME THAN NOW TO GET MY GODDAMN MONEY, LADY!  FUCK YOU!  I HAVE GODDAMN CANCER!"

Conclusion:  So, it would appear that I will be taking a Carnival Cruise sometime in the future, should I care to use my credit.  For fuck's sake....

Tip of the day: The next time you loose your freaking mind, call Carnival Cruise Lines.  They are infinitely polite, amazingly conciliatory, and persistent in finding you the perfect cabin that can contain your FUCKING DRAMA.