In the late seventies I crossed the Atlantic on the QE2. I went First Class, which I paid for with my first real paycheck. We had a mandatory dress code for dinner. Black Tie and commensurate formal wear for the ladies. It was one of my favorite memories.
Who’s paying for this? The sign looks like it’s been in the works for quite a while, just waiting on a date so the animals can show up and try to sway the decision. We don’t want another summer of love.
@Mappy6984 Little entitled sh!t heads are just going to be sh!t heads. Call the sheriff and press charges. Some people just don’t know how to follow rules.