The BoyMommy family just returned from a trip to Orlando. We had a great time, but even Disney World is not perfect, despite what those television advertisements with the smiley, tan, happy family might say.
I found myself repeating the mantra "It's the happiest place on earth. It's the happiest place on earth. But it's supposed to be THE HAPPIEST place on Earth!"
Things that bug me:
1. Families
who walk 5 abreast while holding hands.
Move along, Waltons.
2. People
who stop suddenly to look at a map or to take a photo. I will ram your ankles with my stroller. Just FYI.
3. The
fact that we traveled to sunny Florida with shorts and t-shirts and the weather
was cold, cloudy, and rainy. Mother
Nature, you are a fickle b*tch.
4. A
Photographer wants to snap your picture every 15 feet, but when you go to view
the photos, only 2 of the 6 employees behind the counter are “trained” in the
art of PhotoPass downloading.
5. People
whose personal space requirements are a few cubic feet smaller than mine. Back up; I will cut you.
6. Grown-ups
who roll their eyes when they hear a child having a meltdown. You’re at Disney World. There are A LOT of kids here. One or two of them are going to miss naptime
and/or stay up past their bedtime because we-paid-a-sh*tload-of-money-for-these-tickets-we’re-staying-until-closing-time-dammit. Take a deep breath, remember that kids get
cranky, and keep your eye-rolling to yourself.
7. Seriously,
Walt. I just paid $15 out of desperation
so I could rent a stroller for my exhausted preschooler . . . you can’t hook us
up with a seat that reclines?
8. I
just saw that Mickey t-shirt at Target for 7 bucks.
9. Kissy
people in line. I don’t want to have to
cover my son’s eyes as you writhe against each other as if one of you is a
soldier on leave.
10. Left-side-of-the-road
walkers. I realized Disney World
attracts tourists from all over and that “rules” are different in
various parts of the world. But when you
are the only one walking against a throng of people going
in the other direction, move out' the way.
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