Key in the Sea

It was the start of a new relationship with the “Evil Svengali”; winter of 2016 we decided to ditch the cold weather and head to the beautiful “No Problem Man” island; Jamaica.

From the moment we landed it was simply paradise; that warm tropical breeze gently brushing against you in the Jamaican heat and the sun kissing your face as a welcoming “Hello”.

Ahhhh relaxation……so I thought.....

We were shown to our room, immediately got into our swim gear, locked up our valuables in the room safe and headed towards what literally was a stone’s throw away to this magnificent, powder white sanded shoreline.

I was awestruck; Montego Bay, the sun glistened upon the most pristine, calmest (I’m a Jersey Girl – Atlantic ocean is usually a bit tumultuous) crystal blue-green waters I had ever gazed upon hypnotically luring you in to engulf you.(mind you, I do not travel much, so this was some experience).

We were splashing around having fun; I coquettishly swam away and said “Catch me…”

Up for the challenge; trying with no luck to catch me, as he dove in towards me and threw his arm, the key to the safe, which he thought was securely snug on his wrist, flung across the ocean!

He went BALLISTIC!

Now remember… this was the start of a new relationship. I did not know then; about the man I later nicknamed the “Evil Svengali” in which much to my demise; discovered way too late in the relationship. (I will one day elaborate however; not yet prepared to open that combat injury).

We searched frantically in the water; there were people everywhere and all around us. As crystal clear the water was, the sand underneath everyone’s feet clouded the water by their movement.

After we searched for about an hour and he was PISSED beyond recognition, we went to the concierge desk to try and get a locksmith to come and open the safe.

Mind you we were in Jamaica…..vacation mode …..

”No Problem Man” We were instructed to wait for a phone call to our room once the front desk got a hold of the locksmith. We waited and waited for hours ......

Not fun when you think you are on vacation and the other half of your party is fuming, screaming (like a child who couldn’t get the toy he wanted at Toys R Us) on DAY ONE of 7!

At the time I was working in a Home Furnishings Fabric conglomerate in Manhattan; myself and 4 other ladies sat in a cubical consisting of 5 desks. The ladies were amazing and we had a lot of fun working there. Now, I always have been a little scatterbrained; losing keys, misplacing things etc. etc. I w