A Touch of Class Needed

With elite clientele ranging from young honeymooners to retired art collectors, why am I always seated within ‘hearing’ distance of the only obnoxious table of people on the ship? You know the table I am referencing. The lady with a smoker’s voice who has to add “Cha Cha Cha “ after each verse of the staff singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to a family patriarch who was enjoying his extended family while celebrating one of the sweetest moments in life. I guess you can dress them up but you can’t remove the ignorance.