“You need to check in,” my friend texted me, a full month before our cruise. This seemed a little excessive.
“Check in?” I asked. “Isn’t that a little presumptuous?”
“No!” she insisted. “I just got an email saying everyone needed to check in. So, go do it!”
“But doesn’t checking in mean, ya know, actually being there? Isn’t that the ‘in’ part of ‘checking in?’” I responded, feeling a little like I was inventing my own Seinfeld bit. “What happens if I check in, and between now and a month from now something happens? Do they already think I’m there? Are they gonna keep paging me in the terminal because I already checked in? Will the ship leave without me?”