jordanyosh
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I wound up meandering about the gift shop for a few minutes and finally settled on a Mickey Ear antenna topper which rides proudly on my car today. Well, I’m proud to have it there anyway, I’m not sure what its feelings are on the subject actually. I mean you can only imagine how the antenna toppers all dream about one day ending up on a sports car or some hot little import. I’m sure once Epcot closes at night, they slip out off their shelves and go strolling longingly through the concept car display. Yet if my new fried did feel any shame about riding atop a Chevy Cavilier with a saggy bumper, he bore it stoically and never once complained. (I suppose he may have taken a lesson from my Arizona jeans which also ride atop a saggy bumper, but that’s a topic for another thread.)
Who's inside that head of yours?



Saggy bums...I guess you're meaning my thread?

GB said:I walked though the exit area without stopping and figured, “Hey, that wasn’t so bad! I think I’ll go ahead and use my Fastpass now to hop right back on.” O naïve little Biscuit. How grandly has the Disney magic clouded your better judgment. See him now rounding the corner and rejoining queue. Hear him speaking those fateful words to the CM as he selects another orange card. Observe the lightness of his step as he walks through the queue so blissfully unaware of the misery to which he is now destined.
As it turned out, I was assigned to be the commander. Obviously my skills as engineer had been so highly noted that I was selected for this noble assignment the moment the CM’s saw me boldly renter the training bay. After Gary gave us our instructions again, we were shown to our capsule and soon blasted off. And then it began. First there was a bit of wonkiness in my mid section. Then a lightness between my ears. By the time we were halfway done, I was desperately trying to remember whey they stashed the motion sickness bags. There was little I could do at that point but to hold on and pray for stamina. My one redeeming grace was that I had not eaten that morning. Otherwise I am certain there would have been a protein spill in Pod 3.
Finally, mercifully the ride stopped and I somehow managed to stumble out of the thing. I was not walking in a straight line and wound up leaning on the side wall as I walked back to the exit. I was moving slow and wound up at the rear of the pack. I must have been quite as sight as two CM’s asked me if I was okay. About all I could muster was “Peachy.” I finally made it to the exit area and paused for few minutes to sit and collect myself. When at last I had regained my senses I decided that perhaps a double ride on the orange side was NOT an experience to add into any future incarnations of The Plan.
Speaking of hurling.....