“I serve, you serve, we all serve Iguana Punch!”


One job that I’m getting some experience in is concierge. When the Islander (the plane that ferries members into Ambergris if they don’t have a private jet) arrives and lands on the airstrip, there are a couple jobs that then need to be done. First, an airport ground staff member waves the plane to a halt. Then, somebody (different people do it depending on who’s available; in the video it’s me) takes a tray of citrus-scented towels out to the plane, where they hand them out and politely greet the new arrivals. Then, somebody else will prepare glasses of delicious Iguana Punch (a delicious tropical fruit juice blend) and hand them out to the members that want it. They may also have rum in it if they so desire. Lastly, someone will help the members with their luggage. Before I go, though, isn’t it a shame that they don’t serve ice cream? It’d make that rhyme sound loads better.

2 Responses to ““I serve, you serve, we all serve Iguana Punch!””

  1. Shelley,
    It sounds like you’re having such a great time! I’m so jealous. I’m really glad that you have the chance to do all this – tell me all about it, okay?
    Your friend,
    Tara Speers
    (I’ll call you soon if that’s okay)

  2. [...] property) gather after stepping off of the plane. There they are served iguana punch (see “I serve, you serve, we all serve…“) and are given nice citrus-scented towels to wash their hands off with. This week at [...]

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