Rachelle Hampton

Uh-oh. Josie obviously doesn't want that, and she can't explain to Mira why she wants the hot plate so bad, because then Mira will get the Xanax. And remember, Josie's been dealing with a bunch of 20-year-old theater kids for almost a year now on a tin can of recycled air.

Uh-oh. Josie obviously doesn't want that, and she can't explain to Mira why she wants the hot plate so bad, because then Mira will get the Xanax. And remember, Josie's been dealing with a bunch of 20-year-old theater kids for almost a year now on a tin can of recycled air.

She is so fucking tired of hearing about kinky boots, of managing egos that have been inflated by the praise of rich and drunk... cruise ship passengers. She is tired of arriving at a new port and hearing the loud, loud horns announcing the boat has arrived. Our girl needs a break so she doesn't lose it. So finally one day Josie just goes to Mira's room. Mira's leaving for lunch.

She is so fucking tired of hearing about kinky boots, of managing egos that have been inflated by the praise of rich and drunk... cruise ship passengers. She is tired of arriving at a new port and hearing the loud, loud horns announcing the boat has arrived. Our girl needs a break so she doesn't lose it. So finally one day Josie just goes to Mira's room. Mira's leaving for lunch.

Josie asks for her hot plate back again. And Mira's adamant that it's hers. Do you remember exactly what Josie told Mira about the hot plate? If it was a loan or gift situation?

Josie asks for her hot plate back again. And Mira's adamant that it's hers. Do you remember exactly what Josie told Mira about the hot plate? If it was a loan or gift situation?

Well, luckily, they do have some receipts, a.k.a. text. So the two of them pull up their phones. Remember, it's been eight months. Apple hasn't introduced the search function for text messages yet. So it's just a lot of scrolling and tense silence. You're scrolling past a lot of messages that are like, going to be five minutes late. Where's my hot plate? Yeah. So they're scrolling. It's silent.

Well, luckily, they do have some receipts, a.k.a. text. So the two of them pull up their phones. Remember, it's been eight months. Apple hasn't introduced the search function for text messages yet. So it's just a lot of scrolling and tense silence. You're scrolling past a lot of messages that are like, going to be five minutes late. Where's my hot plate? Yeah. So they're scrolling. It's silent.

It's tense. But then, finally, they find the text. The exact text read, surprise, I've got a hot plate to give you. Uh-huh. So Josie clearly used the word give. Give. And the thing is, now Josie is really pissed because she's also embarrassed. Yeah. And she's also looking at that fucking Angel of Music decal on Mira's door. And something inside her just snaps.

It's tense. But then, finally, they find the text. The exact text read, surprise, I've got a hot plate to give you. Uh-huh. So Josie clearly used the word give. Give. And the thing is, now Josie is really pissed because she's also embarrassed. Yeah. And she's also looking at that fucking Angel of Music decal on Mira's door. And something inside her just snaps.

And she starts to squeeze by like she's going to go into Mira's cabin. And Mira blocks the door and is like, what the fuck? She's like, I'm late for lunch. We can talk about this later. But it is my hot plate. Mira shuts the door, walks away, leaving Josie standing there. Looking at the angel of music. Oh, no. And at this point, Josie actually doesn't care that much about the Xanax.

And she starts to squeeze by like she's going to go into Mira's cabin. And Mira blocks the door and is like, what the fuck? She's like, I'm late for lunch. We can talk about this later. But it is my hot plate. Mira shuts the door, walks away, leaving Josie standing there. Looking at the angel of music. Oh, no. And at this point, Josie actually doesn't care that much about the Xanax.

Like, it'd be nice to have, but her need to be right is driving her insane, along with 10 months of repressed irritation. It's giving, like, Bette Davis and Joan Crawford.

Like, it'd be nice to have, but her need to be right is driving her insane, along with 10 months of repressed irritation. It's giving, like, Bette Davis and Joan Crawford.

Have you ever been in a situation like this where it's not actually about, like, the hot plate at hand, but about just, like, something bigger? It's just all building towards something and you start hyper-focusing on something? Yeah, I have a little sister.

Have you ever been in a situation like this where it's not actually about, like, the hot plate at hand, but about just, like, something bigger? It's just all building towards something and you start hyper-focusing on something? Yeah, I have a little sister.

Exactly. And at this point, Josie is basically like, call me fucking Ishmael. Like she is possessed by the need to get the hot plate. She is contemplating a heist. She's going to Ocean's Eleven this hot plate. She's creating a plan. She is ski me. She's like Tim Dia blueprints of the ship, right? Exactly. Exactly.

Exactly. And at this point, Josie is basically like, call me fucking Ishmael. Like she is possessed by the need to get the hot plate. She is contemplating a heist. She's going to Ocean's Eleven this hot plate. She's creating a plan. She is ski me. She's like Tim Dia blueprints of the ship, right? Exactly. Exactly.

But in the middle of her scheming, Josie gets called into the office of the ship's captain. And because the ship is so big, there are five of them. Five captains? Mm-hmm. One of them is known by the staff as Captain Jack Morgan Sparrow because no one's ever seen him sober. Okay. Okay, triangle of sadness.

But in the middle of her scheming, Josie gets called into the office of the ship's captain. And because the ship is so big, there are five of them. Five captains? Mm-hmm. One of them is known by the staff as Captain Jack Morgan Sparrow because no one's ever seen him sober. Okay. Okay, triangle of sadness.