Well, I didn't actually meet him.......and we weren't still at WDW.......but (unbeknownst to me) I had a near encounter with Regis Philbin.
We make the annual sojourn to WDW the week after Turkey Day, which happens to be the week they film the Christmas Parade for showing on Christmas morning. Well, you know who usually hosts the parade.
So, on our last day we head to the airport. You know how it is....family of 5.....kids ages 1,3, and 6 at the time, all the baggage finally checked, finally schlepped to the gate area with all our carryons (oh, about a gazillion....well, it seemed like a gazillion but it was really more like 7), two car seats, a stroller to gate check.........we are a force to be reconned with. Alas, it is time to board and the firedrill ensues. My DW takes the kids and as many carryons as she can, which isn't nearly enough, while I navigate the stroller, loaded with 3 carryon pieces and the 2 car seats, down the jet way. After a brief wrestling match getting the stroller ready for gate check, I load myself up to head in the door and to my awaiting family. A carryon over each shoulder, one around my neck, and the 2 car seats held as high as I can hold them as I turn to precariously navigate my way through the First Class cabin to my assigned coach seat.
Can you see where this is going.........
Well, after I "pardon me, excuse me" my way down the aisle, barely keeping possession of my load of various paraphenalia, I eventually arrive at my awaiting family, only to hear from my DW........
"Do you know just hit Regis in the head with a car seat?"
Well, no, I didn't, but thanks for sharing.......and no, I don't really think I hit him.......but I bet it sure was close.