Have you ever had a shock?

[Goobergal99]

I am a philly girl so I must say I got a laugh out of the jersey posts. My mom used to tell me that if it weren't for the bridges in philly, SO. jersey would float into the Atlantic....

I always say that Jersey is nothing but highway, beach, grass and porn shops

 

[Darian]

Here's a kind of funny, embarassing and painful shocker that happened to DW and I at EPCOT during the F&WF. I'd had a heart attack on the plane flying out to Orlando so when we finally checked into the Poly Concierge, the nice concierge folks gave us a wheelchair for my use during the entire stay.

Lets just say at the time I wasn't all that experienced in controlling a wheel chair so I clipped my share of poor victim's ankles, ran over enough toes to fill a small barrel and generally wasn't that great at getting around. Not having a lot of stamina helped too. So if you got "Clipped" at EPCOT by some nut in a wheelchair... Mea Culpa! And apologies.

Getting up and down the hills between the Rose and Crown and France was proving problematic, as my wonderful DW had to push me up hill. Not an easy task with me being of pretty good girth. Anyway she gets this idea about racing down one hill to get me over the next.

So picture this: We leave France and we race up the first hill and zoom down into the valley, make it up the second hill and over the top and we really start zooming down the decline towards the Rose and Crown. Now those front little wheels are buzzing and vibrating away and whole chair is shaking like its gonna fly apart at any second. I tell DW that aren't we going a bit fast. No response from DW. I look back and she's face down on the pavement with both handgrips to the wheels chair still in her hands. I look forward and see I'm on a high speed collision course with the iron fence. I momentarily try to grab the wheels then remember the brakes. So I gently put them on - harder and harder and was able to stop inches from that iron fence.

Meanwhile my poor DW comes limping over, scuffed hands and knees and says she thinks she may have broken a kneecap when she took her "header" into the pavement. We stopped at the R&C for cleanup and recovery. After 6 Boddingtons each we were both all smiles again. Turns out she didn't break anything but did get some nasty scrapes. My DW looks cute on the outside, but man, she's all steel inside. She comes from a Marine Corps family and it shows. She rocks!

Thats one wild ride I don't wish to repeat.

 

[Leash]

Here's a kind of funny, embarassing and painful shocker that happened to DW and I at EPCOT during the F&WF. I'd had a heart attack on the plane flying out to Orlando so when we finally checked into the Poly Concierge, the nice concierge folks gave us a wheelchair for my use during the entire stay.

Lets just say at the time I wasn't all that experienced in controlling a wheel chair so I clipped my share of poor victim's ankles, ran over enough toes to fill a small barrel and generally wasn't that great at getting around. Not having a lot of stamina helped too. So if you got "Clipped" at EPCOT by some nut in a wheelchair... Mea Culpa! And apologies.

Getting up and down the hills between the Rose and Crown and France was proving problematic, as my wonderful DW had to push me up hill. Not an easy task with me being of pretty good girth. Anyway she gets this idea about racing down one hill to get me over the next.

So picture this: We leave France and we race up the first hill and zoom down into the valley, make it up the second hill and over the top and we really start zooming down the decline towards the Rose and Crown. Now those front little wheels are buzzing and vibrating away and whole chair is shaking like its gonna fly apart at any second. I tell DW that aren't we going a bit fast. No response from DW. I look back and she's face down on the pavement with both handgrips to the wheels chair still in her hands. I look forward and see I'm on a high speed collision course with the iron fence. I momentarily try to grab the wheels then remember the brakes. So I gently put them on - harder and harder and was able to stop inches from that iron fence.

Meanwhile my poor DW comes limping over, scuffed hands and knees and says she thinks she may have broken a kneecap when she took her "header" into the pavement. We stopped at the R&C for cleanup and recovery. After 6 Boddingtons each we were both all smiles again. Turns out she didn't break anything but did get some nasty scrapes. My DW looks cute on the outside, but man, she's all steel inside. She comes from a Marine Corps family and it shows. She rocks!

Thats one wild ride I don't wish to repeat.

Let me start by saying that I'm glad you are both ok but I gotta say that the mental image of your wife with the grips in her hands and you running wild made me laugh out loud! This is the funniest thing I have reas on this thread and yes I have read the whole thing.

 

[Joanna71985]

Here's a kind of funny, embarassing and painful shocker that happened to DW and I at EPCOT during the F&WF. I'd had a heart attack on the plane flying out to Orlando so when we finally checked into the Poly Concierge, the nice concierge folks gave us a wheelchair for my use during the entire stay.

Lets just say at the time I wasn't all that experienced in controlling a wheel chair so I clipped my share of poor victim's ankles, ran over enough toes to fill a small barrel and generally wasn't that great at getting around. Not having a lot of stamina helped too. So if you got "Clipped" at EPCOT by some nut in a wheelchair... Mea Culpa! And apologies.

Getting up and down the hills between the Rose and Crown and France was proving problematic, as my wonderful DW had to push me up hill. Not an easy task with me being of pretty good girth. Anyway she gets this idea about racing down one hill to get me over the next.

So picture this: We leave France and we race up the first hill and zoom down into the valley, make it up the second hill and over the top and we really start zooming down the decline towards the Rose and Crown. Now those front little wheels are buzzing and vibrating away and whole chair is shaking like its gonna fly apart at any second. I tell DW that aren't we going a bit fast. No response from DW. I look back and she's face down on the pavement with both handgrips to the wheels chair still in her hands. I look forward and see I'm on a high speed collision course with the iron fence. I momentarily try to grab the wheels then remember the brakes. So I gently put them on - harder and harder and was able to stop inches from that iron fence.

Meanwhile my poor DW comes limping over, scuffed hands and knees and says she thinks she may have broken a kneecap when she took her "header" into the pavement. We stopped at the R&C for cleanup and recovery. After 6 Boddingtons each we were both all smiles again. Turns out she didn't break anything but did get some nasty scrapes. My DW looks cute on the outside, but man, she's all steel inside. She comes from a Marine Corps family and it shows. She rocks!

Thats one wild ride I don't wish to repeat.

HA HA HA!!! Sorry, but I couldn't help myself. That put such a funny image in my head. I'm glad you were both alright though.

 

[Conservative Hippie]

To MQuara--Yes, I was angry at what appeared to be someone abusing wheelchair privledges. She may not have been, but that is what it appeared to be. Either way, I did not do or say anything to get in her way, and she was free to continue using the wheelchair in whatever fashion she wanted. So I will not apologize for my feelings. I am sure I am not the first person with a disabled family member to feel this way. Second, ok, so you have judged me and deemed me judgemental. Fine with me.

To ladysoleil--I have never watched an episode of the Sopranos, but I have seen plenty of trailers, etc. I realize not everyone from New Jersey has an accent, but obviously some do, and obviously this man did. I guess he never thought of speech therapy classes. I am from Alabama, now Texas, and I do not have an accent, mostly because I am a classical singer (imagine my surprise when I discovered the Sopranos was not about opera...), but also because my mother thought southern accents were distasteful.

To Darian--Much love back atcha!

To Goobergal--I'm glad someone gets a little humor around here...

 

[DebIreland]

I tell DW that aren't we going a bit fast. No response from DW. I look back and she's face down on the pavement with both handgrips to the wheels chair still in her hands.

OMG!!! Too funny!!!!

 

[Goobergal99]

To MQuara--Yes, I was angry at what appeared to be someone abusing wheelchair privledges. She may not have been, but that is what it appeared to be. Either way, I did not do or say anything to get in her way, and she was free to continue using the wheelchair in whatever fashion she wanted. So I will not apologize for my feelings. I am sure I am not the first person with a disabled family member to feel this way. Second, ok, so you have judged me and deemed me judgemental. Fine with me.

To ladysoleil--I have never watched an episode of the Sopranos, but I have seen plenty of trailers, etc. I realize not everyone from New Jersey has an accent, but obviously some do, and obviously this man did. I guess he never thought of speech therapy classes. I am from Alabama, now Texas, and I do not have an accent, mostly because I am a classical singer (imagine my surprise when I discovered the Sopranos was not about opera...), but also because my mother thought southern accents were distasteful.

To Darian--Much love back atcha!

To Goobergal--I'm glad someone gets a little humor around here...

Hey my family are very sterotypical south philly italians so I have no problem having a laugh once in awhile. everything in my childhood home was "dego" red and of course we had the blessed mother statue in the window

 

[DebIreland]

Hey my family are very sterotypical south philly italians so I have no problem having a laugh once in awhile. everything in my childhood home was "dego" red and of course we had the blessed mother statue in the window

You too yeah?? Most Irish families in the 70s had the Virgin Mary statue in the window, with a portrait of JFK above the fireplace and a picture of Elvis on the main wall. I think Elvis had to come down in most people's houses when the pope died in 1981 and he therefore got Elvis's spot Anyone have the Sacred Heart picture adorning their walls or is that a specific Irish thing?? You know the one where the heart actually lights up? (There's a bulb included!). When my DS was 3 we were visiting DH's mother's house and DS was staring at the Sacred Heart on MIL's wall and then said "someone shot Jesus". Anyway, talk about off-topic... lol!

 

[SueM in MN]

To MQuara--Yes, I was angry at what appeared to be someone abusing wheelchair privledges. She may not have been, but that is what it appeared to be. Either way, I did not do or say anything to get in her way, and she was free to continue using the wheelchair in whatever fashion she wanted. So I will not apologize for my feelings. I am sure I am not the first person with a disabled family member to feel this way. Second, ok, so you have judged me and deemed me judgemental. Fine with me.

So, would you have been angry about the running children in these examples who appeared to be abusing wheelchair priviledges?

One of my friends took her 2 sons to WDW when the older boy was around 9 and the younger was around 7. They rented a wheelchair. Both boys sometimes rode in it, but the older boy would only do it if he was totally exhausted. Sometimes both were out of the wheelchair, running around. Anyone looking at them would have probably seen nothing physically wrong with either boy. The older one was born with a partially-repairable heart condition and he died in his sleep right after his 18th birthday. He wasn't expected to live to be a teenager, so when the "apparently healthy" boy was at WDW, he was and apparently healthy terminally ill boy.

When my DDs were little, my youngest DD had a wheelchair that my oldest DD sometimes rode in while DH or I carried youngest DD to the bus stop. By the time we got to the bus, oldest DD would be wide awake, temporarily full of energy and run around. So, someone seeing her have would see a child get out of a wheelchair and run and jump around. Some might have felt angry at what looked like obvious abuse to them.
And, after older DD got out of the wheelchair, they would have seen us put younger DD into the wheelchair. Some might have taken that as another obvious sign of abuse - people often post that seeing 2 people in the same wheelchair at different times is a sure sign of abuse.

What they would not have seen was that our youngest DD was the owner of the wheelchair. Since she was "stroller age" most people who saw her out of her wheelchair didn't think it belonged to her, but she could only walk with a walker, and, now as a young adult, she can't walk at all any more. She can stand in a stander and can usually support her weight if someone holds her up (because she has no standing balance).

We have heard people go by us and comment on our apparently "abuse of wheelchair priviledges" when they went by and saw our youngest DD sitting on a bench next to her wheelchair. They assumed she could walk and didn't need a wheelchair since they could see her sitting on the bench swinging her leg.

 

[Goobergal99]

You too yeah?? Most Irish families in the 70s had the Virgin Mary statue in the window, with a portrait of JFK above the fireplace and a picture of Elvis on the main wall. I think Elvis had to come down in most people's houses when the pope died in 1981 and he therefore got Elvis's spot Anyone have the Sacred Heart picture adorning their walls or is that a specific Irish thing?? You know the one where the heart actually lights up? (There's a bulb included!). When my DS was 3 we were visiting DH's mother's house and DS said "who shot Jesus?". Anyway, talk about off-topic... lol!

My DH is Irish and yes DFIL has the sacred heart on the wall. My DBIL has the sacred heart tattoed to him and Jesus's hands praying on the back of his neck as well as IRISH on his chest and Celtic on his back, a celtic cross, a shamrock, a claddagh and a bunch of celtic designs. a bit obessive. his whole room is decked out in Irish paraphanalia and of course he hates the English

DH isn't that bad, he just drinks nothing buy Guiness and Jamison.

Almost all of his family members are union bricklayers, fireman or cops and they all belong to an Irish club, DD is an irish dancer.

So talk about your sterotypes.

My wedding dress was lined in Red and we played nothing but the rat pack during dinner. Not to mention our recessional song was "Thats Amore" and all my italian family members from so philly and sicily did the clap and danced

My mom walked me down the aisle to Elvis but that was more sentimental then traditional. Oh and DFIL is obsessed with JFK. I have seen the oliver stone movie a million times

 

[steffali]

Here's a kind of funny, embarassing and painful shocker that happened to DW and I at EPCOT during the F&WF. I'd had a heart attack on the plane flying out to Orlando so when we finally checked into the Poly Concierge, the nice concierge folks gave us a wheelchair for my use during the entire stay.

Lets just say at the time I wasn't all that experienced in controlling a wheel chair so I clipped my share of poor victim's ankles, ran over enough toes to fill a small barrel and generally wasn't that great at getting around. Not having a lot of stamina helped too. So if you got "Clipped" at EPCOT by some nut in a wheelchair... Mea Culpa! And apologies.

Getting up and down the hills between the Rose and Crown and France was proving problematic, as my wonderful DW had to push me up hill. Not an easy task with me being of pretty good girth. Anyway she gets this idea about racing down one hill to get me over the next.

So picture this: We leave France and we race up the first hill and zoom down into the valley, make it up the second hill and over the top and we really start zooming down the decline towards the Rose and Crown. Now those front little wheels are buzzing and vibrating away and whole chair is shaking like its gonna fly apart at any second. I tell DW that aren't we going a bit fast. No response from DW. I look back and she's face down on the pavement with both handgrips to the wheels chair still in her hands. I look forward and see I'm on a high speed collision course with the iron fence. I momentarily try to grab the wheels then remember the brakes. So I gently put them on - harder and harder and was able to stop inches from that iron fence.

Meanwhile my poor DW comes limping over, scuffed hands and knees and says she thinks she may have broken a kneecap when she took her "header" into the pavement. We stopped at the R&C for cleanup and recovery. After 6 Boddingtons each we were both all smiles again. Turns out she didn't break anything but did get some nasty scrapes. My DW looks cute on the outside, but man, she's all steel inside. She comes from a Marine Corps family and it shows. She rocks!

Thats one wild ride I don't wish to repeat.

THat is too funny!!!
Hey maybe someone video taped it and you will see you and your DW on Americas funniest videos.

 

[a*lil*bit*goofy]

did she grab a fry or two off their plates while she was there ?

omg lmao! can u imagine??? i hope no body parts ended up in their soup. LOL

"oh excuse my b**b's! i just want a photo"

LMAO

 

[a*lil*bit*goofy]

Well, you DO know what they say about Jersey Girls... I mean some of those stereotypes have to be based on the majority of that groups behavior, right? Otherwise where do the stereotypes come from? (wink)

And Conservative Hippie shame on you for making fun of entire state with speech impediments... heheheh (juuuuusssst kidding!!!) Love your posts!

Kerry I grovel at your lovely feet and crave your forgiveness!

OMG LMAO someone acknolwedged ME! MOI! lil' ole me!!!
and once more:
i love that banana

i find it shocking that a banana can dance!!!

Smooches baby, smooches. :O)

and now, just for good measure, i shall off topic myself:

 

[a*lil*bit*goofy]

Here's a kind of funny, embarassing and painful shocker that happened to DW and I at EPCOT during the F&WF. I'd had a heart attack on the plane flying out to Orlando so when we finally checked into the Poly Concierge, the nice concierge folks gave us a wheelchair for my use during the entire stay.

omg, OMG ! i had to reread the first paragraph! you had a HEART ATTACK on the airplane? OMG! how scary is that!!!

so i am stuck in a 'wow...thats terrible trance..." and then i read

I tell DW that aren't we going a bit fast. No response from DW. I look back and she's face down on the pavement with both handgrips to the wheels chair still in her hands. I look forward and see I'm on a high speed collision course with the iron fence.

and i find myself literally

is that wrong of me to say?

Its the whole 'handgrips still in her hand' that gets me giggling. in fact i have to continuously stop typing for my giggles.

I am glad all is well tho!!!!

 

[LindsayDunn228]

You're ANGRY that a child has the ability to run and jump?????

I think I understand what that poster was trying to say. Running around and going wild and then plopping back into the wheelchair would make the average bear go

 

[Conservative Hippie]

So, would you have been angry about the running children in these examples who appeared to be abusing wheelchair priviledges?

Unfortunately, yes. It's sad that there are wicked people out there that will actually do things like that, and ruin it for people like you who have valid reasons. IMHO, they are the enemy, not me.

And thank you, Lindsay, I'm glad at least ONE person can understand!

Let's not pretend like we all think wonderful happy thought about everyone 100% of the time, because we don't. It may not be pretty, but it's true.

 

[phillybeth]

This happended at (gasp ) Knotts Berry Farm here in california. DH was in line for a ride withe some friends and DS7, one of the friends was a police officer, and from behind them a group of teenage girls start to cut in front of them and my husband said " you've got to stand in line like the rest of us" and one of the girls says "but our boyfriends are in line ahead of you and they have our purses" so our cop friends says "which guys?" and they point to some random guys in line ahead of them and our cop friends says to the guys "hey, do you have these girls purses?" and the guys say that they don't even know the girls. so my husband says "tough luck" to the teenage girls and they start getting attitude with him and our friends, and our cop friends pulls out his badge and tells them to calm down or something might happen, and then one of the girls yells "hey! he's a po-po, everyone look, there's a po-po. He's cool with his little badge." and everyone in our group can't believe the disrespect. These girls were only around 12 or 13 ( dressed like hooches, too) So my husband realizes that he'd better get DS7 out of there before the bomb drops, so he starts to leave the line and the girls start calling him a sissy man "hey look at the bald sissy man leaving" so our cop friend says he's going to call security and the girls are like " we've got a knife in our purse, we're not scared of you Po-po". Security came and escorted them out of the line and they were cussin' at my Dh and our cop friend the whole time. sheesh!

They had a knife in their purses... that their 'boyfriends' were holding? How were they going to get these knives?

 

[Morticia]

Ok people.....

Fires of hell aimed at me but....

This is a shocking thread. About what SHOCKS people. Not whether you are right or wrong, but what you have seen that shocks you.

People in & out of wheel chairs would be shocking to most people. Not judging their limitations, but being shocked by the behaviour.

Teenage girls threatening police officers IS shocking.

The shocks are mostly personal. It is a viewpoint of the person observing the act: NOT a judgement on the person or the actions.

Please, we are all Disney lovers & lets play nice. OK, I will hear it for that.

 

[fancythemouse]

Here, here Morticia!!! I second that!

 

[SpectroMagic*o*]

I was kinda shocked when a castmember told me that the people who wear those heavy costumes in 100 degree heat dont have little air conditioners or fans installed in them...how do they survive that kind of heat? I cant even stand it in shorts and a tank!