If the door made any sound as it opened, it was drowned by our gasps.
"Holy cow! Look at the size of this place!"
"Are you sure this is our room?" Chris asked, doubting her own eyes.
"It's a cabin," I corrected. "The number corresponds to our tickets and our key opened the door."
"But it's bigger than the hotel rooms we stayed in!"
"You said it might be big, but you didn't say anything about a refrigerator," Judy said. I had not seen the fridge, yet. It was hidden behind the pile of carryons on my lap.
"I had no idea." I said.
"Quick! Let's get in there before they realize they've cheated themselves." Chris was anxious.
We all tried to squeeze through at once, wheelchair, lapfull of carryons and all. I lost. I had to let the ladies go first, after all. There just wasn't sufficient turning radius to align myself with the doorway.
"I'll have to walk in," I told the girls, already in the room, continuing to ooh and ahh over each newly noticed detail.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" said Chris as she hustled back to the door to clear the carryons from my lap.
"Nothing to be sorry about," I told her as I locked the brakes.
Before I could stand, "Here! Let me help you," spoken by a completely new voice. As yet unseen hands lifted the rear of the chair, spun it round, and pushed me through the door, with barely enough time to release the brakes.
"Welcome aboard, folks! I'm your stateroom attendant, Ricardo. If you need anything, I'm around. Don't hesitate...Is something wrong, mam?" He noticed the bewildered look on Chris's face.
"Well, not really, but I think we're getting much more than we paid for in terms of space.
He laughed. "Everybody says that about this one. It has a roll-in bathroom and up to 4 berths."
An unexpected king size bed was head against the cabin's aft bulkhead, and parallel to a large picture window.
"Where's my bed?" asked Judy.
Ricardo indicated a ceiling panel above the loveseat. A wrenchlock could be seen at each end of one side of the rectangle. An additional similar rectangle was located directly over the head of the king bed.
"I'll fold it down for you a little later. Don't worry, you'll find it quite comfortable." He assured her.
"I'm sure I will. I've always kind of liked bunk beds." She smiled.
"Again, if you folks need ANYthing," he emphasized with a sweep of his hand, "let me know. And don't forget that the Windjammer on Deck 9 will start serving lunch in about 20 minutes, or so. Enjoy your cruise!"
"I have no doubt we will." I told him.
As soon as he closed the door, Chris said, "Quick, Steve. Before he comes back and says it's a mistake, do your thing. Make it ours!"
I grabbed a cane and rose from the chair. I entered the bathroom. I closed the lid. With the bathroom door open, and with all due pomp, circumstance, and gravity--not to mention a degree of pretense--I intoned: "On behalf of my wife, her sister, and myself, I claim cabin 3606 aboard Royal Caribbean's Enchantment of the Seas for our use and enjoyment for the next 5 days." I pushed the button. With a swirl and a hiss--Baaaaaawooosh!--the cabin was ours. Chris and Judy laughed and applauded.
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