Alas, it was getting late enough where I needed to get underway to meet the rest of the crew for dinner. I had a long journey ahead of me into totally
unfamiliar territory. But first, though, I needed to make my way to a bus that was going that way, and did so at the Contemporary.
The bus finally arrived and, among other passengers, offloaded someone who was in a wheelchair. Waiting at/near the front of the line to board in that
same vicinity was a family with both a single and a double stroller.
These things were rather monstrous. So, the parents asked if they could
board via the ramp that was already down because of the wheelchair. (Everything was folded like they needed, but having to lift them over the gap
up front was going to be tough for them. And it's not like they'd be cutting the line to do so.) The driver rather gruffly indicated that they could not do so,
that they must go up front. And as each additional family with a stroller boarded, the manner in which he continued to send them to the back
of the bus just struck me as very obnoxious.
(I wish I had written down some specifics, because I can't really remember it nearly as well now as when this all happened,
now over two years ago.
)
The most negative impression I got during this ride, though, was one point when a four-year-old was boarding with his family. They were going up the
stairs in the middle of the bus to the elevated section, and they were among the last ones aboard. The driver wasn't bothering to look at where they were
or that they were still moving towards seats. So, as the child was on the middle step, the bus lurched forward, on to the next stop.
Both the kid and the driver are fortunate that the kid didn't wind up falling down the stairs and cracking his head open.
Finally, as I was in unfamiliar territory and was unsure of the directions that Mike had given me about which of the two stops to get off at, I asked the
driver if Pleasure Island was the second stop at Downtown Disney (just to verify my info). His answer back gave me the impression that there was only
one stop at Downtown Disney; no, he didn't allude to the Marketplace or anything else as a separate stop. It was all lumped in as one.
It was someone else who overheard both my question and the driver's answer who clued me in to my wanting to get off at the second stop
, as I thought was the case.
Needless to say, there was nothing fun about this bus ride.
And I was looking forward to dinner.
I finally arrived at my destination and met up with an even larger crew than I started the day with.
At this point in the tale, though, I'll turn it back over to Mike, who has to catch up that last little bit between their shopping spree and now.
It afforded me the opportunity to actually look at some more of the 
What a great ride. Nope, never going to be any pictures/video taken inside, even if I were to have the appropriate set-up for 
