'Free' Can End Up Costing
I have always been a frugal person. I have never flown first-class.
I have never traveled in the fancy front car on the train where you get free drinks AND snacks AND a fresh copy of the daily paper brought right to you.
I have never paid the special fee for the privilege of sitting in those special rooms the airlines provide, where people get the drinks and the snacks and the daily paper WHILE LOLLING on cushy sofas.
So when, six weeks ago, my husband David and I begin dreaming of a getaway far from all this snow and ice, I went online and found what looked like a decent room in a hotel on St. Thomas.
As I was reading the particulars of the place aloud to him, he said, Why not just call Scott?, Scott being the travel agent used by the company David works for.
So we did call Scott, who looked into his special Travel Agents crystal ball and suggested we register at the hotel at the club level. It would cost us more up front, but depending on how much we used it, it might .
End up costing less.
Scott can be pretty persuasive in his own sweet way. He reminded us of how hard the winter had been poor us! poor us! and told us how we owed it to ourselves to sign up for this slightly more elevated Club Level arrangement.
Twenty-four hours later, with our credit card number duly handed over, he closed with his signature remark. You kids have fun! he said.
And by God didnt we.
We flew to the island, bussed to the hotel and immediately upon unpacking went to check out the Club Level Lounge, where, from noon on, we could get not only free food but also as many servings as we could want of wine, and beer, and rum.
There were, in fact, nine kinds of rum. Nine!
Also, tea and coffee.
Free for breakfast we could have anything from omelets and bacon to smoked salmon and bagels.
And for the days two larger meals? Fresh shrimp and cheeses . Soups and fancy wee sandwiches. Fried calamari and salads, and an array of ever-varying cream-infused hot dishes.
Because I am a creature of habit, for the first few days I ate in my usual way, subsisting mainly on feathered celery, cucumber curls, fluted carrot sticks and only sometimes indulging in a bite of calamari, carefully stripping it first of its yummy fried-dough jacket.
Now me, I dont LIKE rum, or beer, and for me eh! - wine is just wine in the end.
However also set out every day and free for the taking were: Vodka (Absolut), Gin (Tanqueray), Scotch (Johnny Walker Red) and Jamesons.
What IS Jameson's anyway?" I asked David on our second night.
"Its whiskey, dummy. It's Irish whiskey.
Why what at a coincidence! I thought. I'm Irish myself!
And so I drank a little Jamesons, and loved that Jamesons, and suddenly felt a sort of floodgate open in me, such that, over the course of next three days, I devoured the omelets, the croissants, the pastries and the cheeses, as well as many, many calamari, all still wearing their yummy deep-fried jackets.
It was an experience, all right. And Im not sure but I think we just MIGHT have beaten the house in terms of value for our dollar.
But now we are home, and both on diets in the hope that we might travel more cheaply again at some future time.
Why? Because while we knew the airlines charge for your bags, what we didnt know is that they charge even more for the added weight of your nice new fat tummy.
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