As I get to the Land my FP time has already opened up, I jump on the FP line and it is longer than I had expected, a little worried
about that 11:30 tour. Eventually the line starts moving and they let a bunch of FP holders through. We are stopped in the next section for a while and I am getting nervous about the tour. Finally we are shown to our seats section B row 1 BABY!!!!
I notice the woman in front of me has a very thick southern accent. I love that accent, something so charming about it. At least that’s what I am thinking…
at this point...
Boy this lady can talk and talk and talk.
After getting our flight instructions we are shown to our seats and buckle up and the southern belle is still talking and talking and talking. The ride starts and she is still talking, Oh look that ‘s San Francisco, when we were there we walked all over and went to Fisherman’s wharf yadda yadda yadda.
Apparently she is a well traveled southern belle because she had something to say about each scene and how she had been there. This goes on for EVERY scene, I don’t even know how she is breathing at this point! She is some sort of power talker. Then it happens… the golf course scene comes along. All of a sudden she starts yelling…”OMG!!!!! That’s Desert Palm and we stayed in those condos, look you can see the one we stayed in.” With this she starts pointing excitedly at the condos which, as you all know are on the far right of the screen, now remember I am seated to her immediate right. Yep, her flailing arm is now directly under my nose. Now if I was DLMama I may have taken this opportunity to sniff this southern belle’s arm. But I am not DLMama, I am a born and bred Jersey girl. I grew up with the FBI parked on our street, because of who my next door neighbor was, KWIM. I shot her such a look, Tony Soprano would have been proud. I wish I could make her fade to black like the final Soprano episode. I gave her the dirtiest, most glaring look I could. I was MAD!
Now this look I gave seems to have done the trick, she is now quiet, well until she notices the San Diego skyline and starts up again, though much quieter, she is actually whispering now and her body is slightly turned to the left.
As we exit the ride, she is looking over her shoulder to see what I am doing, I think she is a little scared of me now.
Oh and I am still glaring at her, she must of felt the daggers from my eyes burying into her back. Her and her friends scurry out of there pretty darn fast.
Much to my amusement.
I decided to let my prey go, I have a tour to catch. On the way out I grab another FP with a return time of around 5:30.
Next up – Security! There is a Focker in the greenhouse.
Now I am grossed out!!
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at me
) I need to vent here for a moment, when I see a crowd, I do not walk right up to the person in front, I like to leave a little personal space. KWIM? Well, next thing I know some idiot just pushes his way through and parks his sweaty you know what in front of me. (and it was sweaty, it was already unbearably hot out) This kind of stuff just irks the heck out of me, how much of a difference will it make?
