A Really Bad Trip

Dear Jack A. Lope, Esq.,

I'm sending this card to alert you to the outright negligence
I suffered on this cruise to Morocco.

First of all, there have been some big changes from what I thought the place would be like. I searched everywhere for the casinos, and tours to the Prince's castle. I mean he is the son of Grace Kelly, You know. I just got strange looks, and told I couldn't use a fork when I ate my meals.

Then I needed money for the snack machine on the ship. Who'd have thought a purser doesn't carry change?

Finally, they confused my name Robin as being female, and assigned this four hundred pound woman as my roommate. She got pretty frisky one night, and now I have a crushed disk in my back. The ship's doctor said it would be months before I can walk.

I don't like to complain on postcards, but I couldn't wait to warn you. Clear all your cases, this is going to make us rich!

Sincerely,
Robin Duh-hood

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