It had to happen.A speedo man on board.

There he was resplendent in the tiny cloth barely covering his buttocks,parading all his predicaments by the pool.Don't these grown up men know when they look ridiculous? And if they don't shouldn't the wife point him on the straight and narrow? Or lock him up in the cabin until he comes to his senses?Several years ago on the Queen Elizabeth I was chased by a Speedy Gonzales around the ship,he found all my hiding places until I could hide no more and it was either telling him bluntly enough is enough or jump off the ship.As I am here to tell the tale,it was not the latter.