The gliding! The jumping! The swerving! No â€“ Iâ€™m not talking about Virtue & Moirâ€™s gold medal ice dancing â€“ Iâ€™m referring to an even better performance: the phone call from RIU to Thomas Cook. â€œHonest, this hurts us more than it hurts you. Youâ€™ll grow from the experienceâ€.
Boy, have I heard that before. The last time, I stuck an olive pick up the guyâ€™s nose. Believe me, Pumpkins, it did hurt him more than it hurt me. (Do not try this at home, tennis pros are bleeders.)
In any case, itâ€™s not like there arenâ€™t enough beds out there for all the operators to make. Is there a stretch of beach left in the whole Caribbean without an all-you-can-eat buffet on it? And, about â€œbrandingâ€ â€“ next time youâ€™re at the airport, ask some random sun seeker whether he knows who they booked with; who they are flying; and what property they are staying at. Nine times out of ten, youâ€™ll get: â€œDuh, uh, my wife booked it. It was cheap.â€
Go Canada, Go!