Oh, it could. It really could. Just wait till I tell you where the cruise is physically going…
Oh, man. Please don’t tell us. My empathy hormones are running at max today and I just don’t know if I can stand any more pain.
You know, there are shelters for people in your situation – please don’t suffer in silence. You are with friends here.
edit. And I might come over a bit victim blaming here; but you chose the Tshirt moment to realise that this was not going to go well? That’s like finding yourself in Jacob Reece Mogg’s pleasure dungeon, strapped down and butt plug inserted and only objecting when his choice of pink fluffy handcuffs is not sartorially in keeping with your leather chaps. You were already well and truly ****.