Picture this... you're taking your family for a well-needed cruise vacation. Halfway to the airport, you realize that you forgot your toothbrush. Then your flight is delayed. You sprint to catch your connecting flight and trip over your daughters ladybug suitcase and sprain your shuffleboard wrist.
You're profusely sweating while squeezing into the middle seat between two linemen-looking gentlemen. When you get to the cruise port, embarkation feels like Penn Station on Thanksgiving Eve. You finally board, get settled and make your way up to the Lido Bar. Just as the bartender looks over, you hear the "bing bong" noise followed by instructions to report to your muster station.
This has been happening since the muster station was invented in 1972. We need to take a stand.
This is that shirt.