Here are some miscellaneous thoughts about our Disney experience. I’m sure more will come to me soon. These happened to strike me Friday night in the shower after our Wonderful Week of Disney and a long day at Epcot.
- A family of four can reduce a full-size bar of Dial soap to mushy slivers after only a week, assuming consistent use.
- A spouse (of the female persuasion) apparently doesn’t appreciate the gift of the other spouse to observe and innovate (all in his head) existing conditions at theme parks, and she particularly hates it when those conclusions become verbal, no matter how brilliant. She becomes violently opposed to them if they are mentioned after standing in a line for more than 30 minutes at a time.
- Although Mickey Mouse is the iconic symbol of all things Disney, everyone knows that Donald Duck is a much funnier and underappreciated character. That said, one would think that gift shops and other vendors would at least give Donald paraphernalia a 1-12 ratio. Instead, it’s almost like 1-112. Very aggravating.
- When your seven year-old daughter innocently says that she smells burnt toast in your hotel room, there’s no need to look any further than for your nine year-old son on the commode.
- Having wheelchairs (lots of them!) available for use at a theme park/resort facility only encourages their abuse, particularly when wheelchair riders get first ups at bus stops. I can’t tell you how many times we saw folks that I suspect were simply LARGE and TIRED taking advantage of the system and getting on the bus in front of a crowd of almost 50. In such instances, the bus driver cannot let anyone on until he has lowered the handicapped ramp, removed a row of seats by raising them up, locking the wheelchair or scooter into place with clamps, and then finally returning to open the main bus doors and admit the frustrated 50. (This is certainly not meant to deride those who definitely need handicap accessibility.)
- Whoever invented Heelies needs to go place both hands on the ground and allow an entire classroom of second graders skate over their exposed fingers.
- Virtual reality helmets may look cool, but they’re not for everyone. For some reason, the placement of one of those helmets on my head makes direct contact with the nerves that control my nausea level.
Nuff said for now.