OK, so this happened way back in November, but it's been bugging me ever since.
Also, fair warning: there is toddler puke in this story. If that is going to bug you, you probably want to take the chicken exit.
So, we are at Epcot, last day of our lovely vacation. My husband and myself and our 1.5 year old son are riding Living with the Land, since my husband has never been on it before. Then, right as the ride is ending - at the part in the tunnel before you get back to the exit, when your cars are basically just waiting - my son vomits. Not just a little....this is more than I have ever seen come out of that little person. All over me. Like never, ever before. It was almost amazing, but definitely awful.
So, honest to goodness one of my first thoughts (after being in shock that it happened) was....no problem, Cast Members here are so helpful, and I'm sure this happens ALL the time, so they will be able to help us out. We get off the ride (being sure to avoid eye contact with literally everyone else, who just saw me get puked on), and ask the CM at the end what we should do.
Answer: "Exit that way." Insert scowl (probably because that guy has to clean up puke, I'm guessing).
Wait, what? That's all? OK, maybe he's having an off day. And he maybe has to clean up puke, so whatever. I go to the closest bathroom, the one upstairs, but there's no companion restroom, so I'm fighting the decent restroom line there with women in and out, trying to clean puke off me and my toddler, while my husband goes to the lady who is the hostess at the front of Garden Grill to ask where we can get assistance.
"We can give you napkins."
Thanks, no help there either.
We walk out of the Land to get the stroller and diaper bag that has a change of clothes for our son and some other things that may help. Surely we can find a companion restroom so we can BOTH go in together and get cleaned up at least? We stop and ask a CM on the way where the nearest companion restroom is. She tells us The Seas. We go there. No companion restroom, just regular ones. This time, my DH takes the DS into the mens room to get him cleaned up more and new clothes on him. I go in to try and clean myself a little more, but at some point it was hopeless. Both my legs were basically covered.
Now, I will say here that I know it's totally my fault for not taking a spare pair of pants/clothes with us. I will never make that mistake again.
But we think okay, maybe I can get a skirt or pants somewhere in World Showcase? I knew that Morocco sold those belly dancer costumes, so surely I can get a skirt somewhere? We try UK Pavillion, and find nothing. DH asks and they say there's no where in the WS that can sell me a skirt or pants or shorts, they say maybe try MouseGear. (Protip: We did later look there, but they only had really pricey khaki shorts that I would never wear again for like....$60? Something like that.) At this point I am just fed up and I am pretty sure I am about to cry, so I start walking towards the International Gateway to get a breather and I just keep walking. Surely Beach Club will have shorts! Anything!
I stop by the front desk at Beach Club. I explain the situation. I am literally almost in tears. They tell me I can buy clothing at the Marketplace. I go there and they have nothing except swimwear shorts, all (of course) very pricey. They send me over to Fittings and Fairings at the Yacht Club. The only shorts there in my size (which isn't a crazy size, just a regular women's L, 12-14) are...wait for it....$120.
I give up. I went to the hallway and sat on the window seats and cried.
In the end, my parents (who were also at Disney but not with us at the time) went back to our RV at Fort Wilderness and got me a new set of clothes and we met at the Magic Kingdom to watch Wishes and so I finally changed clothes about 6 hours later, walking around in dried puke til then. In the end, it was okay.
But in hindsight, looking back at all the CMs I came across during that time...I'm surprised at how no one really tried to help. (I think I was most surprised at the BC front desk folks not being very helpful.) And I don't expect MY problem to become everyone else's probelm. But by my count, we came across 7 CMs, and got really no help. I don't exactly know what they could have done or what I would have done in their situation, but I felt like only one of them (the lady who pointed us to The Seas bathroom) seemed to show any care or sympathy at all.
Of course I have had wonderful experiences with CMs before as well, and we have all heard the stories of awesome CMs who go out of their way to be of assistance - the ones who hunt down stuffed animals on the last night of the vacation and leave them by the front door in the middle of the night.
But of course, I'm not a kid. I was just a tired, puked-on mom crying because she was walking around covered in kid vomit.
Am I crazy to expect maybe someone being more helpful? Or at least sympathetic? (I know not all of them understood I had been puked on, but some of those CMs did.)
I think the more I think about it, it just makes me sad, because that's not really the CM service I've come to love about Disney (and tell other people about), you know?
(Thank you for listening to my long story/rant!)