I would like to point out that if we were anywhere else other than Disney, my decision not to hand a complete stranger my precious would not even be questioned. (Of course I go back to a previous observation that WDW is the only place in the world where a grown man can go into the mens room, with every conceivable type of camera or AV equipment slung around their neck and not get the police called on them, much less a second look.
Have never utilized the bus system <Gasp!>.
As one who spends roughly 8 10 hours a day in a car, I love not having to drive. And besides, nothing beats that last ride of the day where you are crammed on a bus with 70 other (sweaty) people (Unless you are staying at a Deluxe resort, then its more like 10. Lynn and I have noticed that the level of resort you stay at is in direct correlation with the amount of people that can stuff themselves onto a bus
.ie, when we have stayed at AKL and Poly, many times there were several open seats and No Body stands!.
The moderates do a good job of getting a fair amount of people on
.but the values
.Oh yeah, they can pack the equivalent of a small third world country on one bus
I have never heard the phrase well just wait for the next bus uttered in the Pop Century line. Your BO may have he consistency of mustard gas or a toxic nerve agent and my nose may be inches away somebodys arm pit (this would only be if they are standing, holding onto a handrail - I dont make it a habit of putting my nose in peoples pits!)
but hey I can deal with anything if I can just get onto a bus and not be stuck in the bus loading line after the park closes (or as I like to refer to it as the ninth level of heck!).
Of course you could always be down there during Pop Warner weekend and be stuck on a bus full of Cheerleaders who feel the need to share all of their cheers
.now that would be a whole new level of heck (Dante couldnt even imagine anything so hideous).
