Eskie_Lover
Earning My Ears
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- Nov 29, 2004
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Wow - I started this thread two weeks ago, and have finally made it through!
My biggest pet peeve has to be at parades or the street shows at Epcot. I'm tall - 6' and Pooh sized. I know others can't see around me, so I'm careful not to block anyones line of sight. What I can't stand is the few times I will stake out a spot well ahead of time so I can get some nice pictures, people still always butt in front of me saying they can't see around me....
Now, why do people feel they are entitled to push around me just because they are shorter? I always check to make sure I'm not blocking someones view, I let people in front of me, or shift so I'm out of their way if I can still get an unobstructed view for my pictures, but why should I always get pushed to the back and have to stand on my tip toes to just be able to see because I'm tall?
My biggest pet peeve is the parents who ask if their kids can sit in front of me. I always say yes (I can still vaguely remember what it was like not being the tallest person - I was 6" by the age of 12 - and how annoying it is to want to see something but not be able to...), but the the parents always end up butting infront too because their kid wants this, or their kid wants that, or they have to be close to them... - and it isn't just one parent to keep an eye on them, it's always both, and Dad is usually as tall, or taller than me, and blocks my view!
Otherwise my visits to Disney have been relatively shock free, though I'm sure my family has caused a few shocks - my sister is rather high strung, and would have temper tantrums and my Dad just doesn't have the "social" graces, so he used to lead me astray...
After a few days in the parks the close contact with so many people (we always went at Christmas) would start to wear on my Dad. This is back in the days of the huge, shoulder mounted video cameras everyone used to carry around. After one very bad day, where is seemed like we couldn't walk 2 feet without someone trying to take a picture, videotaping something or nearly clonking us in the head with one of those massive video cameras, he suggested we play a "game". The point was to see just how many videos, pictures etc we could get into in one day. We couldn't make it obvious, but if we saw someone videotaping something, we would wander in front of them, stop right in front, and then after a second or two, act like we just realized they were there, and jump out of the way.... My only defense now is I was young - but it did make getting through the crowds so much more fun that day.
My biggest pet peeve has to be at parades or the street shows at Epcot. I'm tall - 6' and Pooh sized. I know others can't see around me, so I'm careful not to block anyones line of sight. What I can't stand is the few times I will stake out a spot well ahead of time so I can get some nice pictures, people still always butt in front of me saying they can't see around me....
Now, why do people feel they are entitled to push around me just because they are shorter? I always check to make sure I'm not blocking someones view, I let people in front of me, or shift so I'm out of their way if I can still get an unobstructed view for my pictures, but why should I always get pushed to the back and have to stand on my tip toes to just be able to see because I'm tall?
My biggest pet peeve is the parents who ask if their kids can sit in front of me. I always say yes (I can still vaguely remember what it was like not being the tallest person - I was 6" by the age of 12 - and how annoying it is to want to see something but not be able to...), but the the parents always end up butting infront too because their kid wants this, or their kid wants that, or they have to be close to them... - and it isn't just one parent to keep an eye on them, it's always both, and Dad is usually as tall, or taller than me, and blocks my view!
Otherwise my visits to Disney have been relatively shock free, though I'm sure my family has caused a few shocks - my sister is rather high strung, and would have temper tantrums and my Dad just doesn't have the "social" graces, so he used to lead me astray...
After a few days in the parks the close contact with so many people (we always went at Christmas) would start to wear on my Dad. This is back in the days of the huge, shoulder mounted video cameras everyone used to carry around. After one very bad day, where is seemed like we couldn't walk 2 feet without someone trying to take a picture, videotaping something or nearly clonking us in the head with one of those massive video cameras, he suggested we play a "game". The point was to see just how many videos, pictures etc we could get into in one day. We couldn't make it obvious, but if we saw someone videotaping something, we would wander in front of them, stop right in front, and then after a second or two, act like we just realized they were there, and jump out of the way.... My only defense now is I was young - but it did make getting through the crowds so much more fun that day.
That's hilarious! Good for you!
Quick lady, put on your shorts!!!
and the Dad walks away shaking his head. I asked my DH what happened. I guess the child (about 6) asked for popcorn. And kept asking. He then grabbed it and some of it spilled. Then the mother threw the soda on him asking if he wanted some of it to. The dad was so angry that he had to walk away. 


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. This thread actually came to mind while it was unfolding. My family left the Imagination pavilion after dark in December (around the 10th) and I was pushing my 1 year old in his stroller. We hit a bump and I strolled over it and stepped "in" it. I walked a little further and then looked behind me. I could see something in the walkway, but it was too dark to tell what it was. We walked a little farther, and I started to wonder exactly what we stepped in. I figured I was overreacting, but I smelled my shoe. Yes, you guessed it, poop!
I could not believe my nose. I kept repeating to my husband in disbelief, "I just stepped in poop, I can't believe it, people Poop". It was bad enough that it was on my left tennis shoe, but it was also on the stroller wheels. As we were headed to the restroom, I saw two cast members who were nicely dressed (not uniformed) standing outside of Innoventions West. I wanted to let them know about this so they could get it cleaned up. I was shaking when I explained to them, that we had just stepped in feces. Both of these cast members nonchalantly directed me to the nearest restroom so I could clean my shoes and stroller. They didn't seem shocked and surely didn't offer any real assistance to me. I go to the restroom and take many paper towels and clean my shoes and stroller wheels. I declare to my husband that both the stroller and my shoes were now going in the trash when we got home. He acted like that was a waste.
I' m still using both. My first reaction was that this was human waste, and I was appalled and disgusted. About a month later I started thinking about it and thought maybe, just maybe, it was someone's service animal's droppings. I'll never know, but it does make me feel better. Oh, well.