Let's see, where was I?
Peeing? check
Smoking? check
Near death experience? check
Ok, so now what happens? If you were awake while reading, you'll remember that we got FP's for Kali. It was time to return, so we did. We go through the FP line which comingles with the handicapped line, so we didn't need it afterall. Once you get to a certain point, the line splits. This is one of many examples where handicapped people don't have super powers of getting on a ride quickly. After waiting about 30 minutes, Whiner announced he had to go. He was told by his father that if they left, they may miss the ride. Whiner danced a little, but soon forgot about his condition. Soon it was our turn and after we got in our raft, I looked at Whiner and said, "Hey Whiner, doesn't all this water make you want to go?" I know it was just a cruel thing to say, but it just sort of slipped out of my mouth. I was about to die laughing though...that right there was funny, no matter who you are!
After the ride, we scurried to the potties. It was here that I witnessed something I was not prepared for. Should I leave you hanging? Will I do it? Should I stop here and post what happened when we return on April 7?
Even I couldn't be that mean! If I was only allowed to give one piece of advice to furture Disney goers, it would be this:
NEVER, AND I REPEAT NEVER EVER (JAMAS NUNCA, I THINK IN FRENCH OR IS THAT SPANISH?) NEVER NEVER NEVER EVER, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES WEAR THIN WHITE PANTS ON THE KALI RIVER RAPIDS ESPECIALLY IF YOU AREN'T WEARING UNDERWEAR!!!!
I had to shield two curious little girls from this horrific site.

This particular lady, I'm gonna guess mid to late twenties had made such a dreaded mistake. And you could see it all....you meaning everyone in the bathroom. She was sans undies, and you could see how well her lawn was manicured. She kept looking at herself in the mirror, turning from the front to the back, over and over. Meanwhile, Felony thinks this is the thing to do so she looks at herself in the mirror: front then back, front then back. Daneice, was a little more clued in. So, I repeat: No undies, no white pants! Got it? Good.