When Jonathan and I went on a cruise to Bermuda with my family several years ago, the piped-in voice of Cruise Director Carlos drove me crazy.
Now, this was a lovely cruise. It was a privilege to relax and have my towels folded into animal shapes every night.
However, the oft-repeated, overly-enthusiastic announcements just did not work for me. (I’m an introvert who jumps like a startled deer at the sound of a ring tone.)
Several times a day, Cruise Director Carlos would blast over the loudspeakers, reading the rundown of social events with forced good cheer. After a few days, it really got on my nerves.
Here he was trying to make sure we didn’t miss a single opportunity for happiness, when we were so much happier left to our own devices.
By the end of the trip, I’d clench my fists at the sound of Carlos’s voice. But why was I ticked off at this upbeat guy who was just doing his job?