They gave me a choice: Print your tix at home, or pick them up at Will Call. I printed them at home. Across the top of each ticket it says "THIS IS YOUR TICKET." So far, so good. Boarding time is 8:00, set sail at 8:30, dock at 11.
Our friends Rick and LaVerne drove; we parked on the riverbank. They had chosen the WILL CALL option, so we stopped there so Rick could get their tickets, which were little yellow tickets marked "Very Important Passenger" in a white envelope. Then we all went to the boarding area. I checked my watch: 3 minutes until boarding time.
But we see passengers already boarding. Guess we won't have our pick of the best seating on board, I thought. Oh, well.
Judy and I presented ourselves and our "THIS IS YOUR TICKET" documents to the boarding area ticket-takers. We were refused admission.
Their THIS IS YOUR TICKET document, as it turns out, is not really the ticket you need to board the boat. The ticket-takers were sending all of us having such documents back to the window where the WILL CALL tickets are held. To get, no shit, a white envelope containing 2 little yellow tickets marked "Very Important Passenger."
What a joke! The TICKET is not a ticket. Printing at home served no purpose whatever, except to deceive and delay the Very Important Passengers who will then tell their friends.
Stupid Management. I'm telling my friends.
So we got the yellow VIP tickets and went back to the boarding ramp. Between the ticket-taker and the boat, there was a photography setup where a group photo was taken. We were encouraged to smile for the camera. My smile was not forced at all - quite genuine.
It was not me who purchased the photo, but now I'm kinda glad to have it.
I'm still pissed.
