Even after witnessing that little scene, it isnt going to stop me and Dan from having lunch. Besides, we had a reservation for the Prime Time, and the way reservations are getting sucked up around here lately (no pun intended), we better not let any reservations that I
do have go to waste.
So we get to the Prime Time and are seated in Loukilis section. (Is that Hawaiian?)
Here's Dan, looking so innocent with his elbows on the table and desperate to get caught.
Here's our Pal, totally fascinated with the television programming.
Loukili was a little soft-spoken so at first I thought he would be kind of lame. But soon the three of us had a lovely little retort going, and he seemed cool enough. Until
It will just be a few more minutes until dinner is ready.
You mean lunch, I corrected. I cant help it, correcting is in my blood. Its part of who I am.
Loukili eyeballs me for a minute. Dont correct me. He continues to stare me down, as if contemplating something evil. I should make you sing
Im a Little Teapot for talking back to me.
Dans eyes lit up at that thought. Yeah! Yeah! Make her sing! Make her sing! He was practically drooling.
Shut
up, Dan, I warned. I tried to kick him under the table. Loukili wasnt really going to make me sing, was he?
Yeah, that would teach you a lesson, Loukili says to me, nodding as if hes talking himself into it. I need you to stand up and sing.
Dan lunged at the camera and held it up at me. Go ahead, he said with bug eyes and a toothy smile.
I sighed and stood up.
Im a little teapot, short and stout
Here's me, made an example of in front of all the other troublemakers.
The room is getting quieter.
Here is my handle, here is my spout
One arm out, one arm on my waist.
Everyone is starting to stare at me.
When I get all steamed up, hear me shout
Oh god, everyone stopped talking.
Just tip me over and pour me out! I bent over to the side.
Applause broke out around me. I gave an embarrassed little bow and sat down. Dan was still grinning at me like a mad man.
There, Loukili said when the applause died down. Are you going to correct me again?
There is no way in
no sir, I will not correct you again.
He nods. Good. He left the table.
Well, thanks for encouraging him! I snarled at Dan.
Dan held up the camera. I got in all on film too! He was very excited.
Loukili and Dan, co-conspirators
The food was very good (my stuffed peppers were good, but their old recipe for vegetarian stuffed peppers was better). But Dads Sundae is DA BOMB. We split that bad boy.
Look fast, because this puppy goes quickly when Dan and I have spoons.
Today I really deserved dessert after that embarrassing fiasco
my little teapot indeed
if you havent experienced the yummy goodness that is Dads Sundae at the PTC, you simply havent lived, my friend.
Ah, the ever-forgotten Disney Dining Experience card. Hey, as long as Dan is paying!
We hit Millionaire next. Unlike our first day, the seats were packed. However, despite the filled seats, I finally figured out how to work the buttons
and managed to get my seat on the top ten board twice. Take
that, you nose-picking husband!
Next we rode Coldwater Canyon, or Catastrophe Creek, or Backlot Roadtrip, or whatever it is. Once we passed the plane graveyard, the rain hits hard. Good thing were in this tram!...way in the back
where our backs are getting soaked and the seats are filling up with water
and now it looks like we all have incontinence.
So Dan pulls out the ponchos and we try to enjoy the last 6 minutes of this attraction without grumbling or swearing at the rain gods. Stupid rain! Really, why does it have to rain EVERY day that were here?
We decide to hit the RNRC one more time before leaving the park. When we got there, the line said 30 minutes. No problem Dan, lets just use the fastpasses we picked up from this morn
oh thats right
Dan the un-DISer said we didnt need them. Gee, seems to me like those fastpasses we didnt get sure would have come in handy right about now, aye Dan?
Another poncho picture. Getting tired of seeing these? Yeah, we were pretty tired of WEARING them.
So were standing in line with the rest of the yahoos and some young punk (yeah, everyone in their 20s is a young punk when youre 35) is standing in front of us and
gasp! Smoking!
Twenty years ago
heck,
ten years ago
we wouldnt have thought much about it. But today we as a culture have become smoke snobs and absolutely cannot handle it in non-designated areas. Were beyond snobs, really
weve become hostile and militant about it. Just try to light up in a nonsmoking section of a restaurant and watch the gentlest of people turn into an angry mob of PUT OUT THAT CIGARETTE! This is a NONSMOKING area! I know, Im one of those people.
So those of us standing around him are doing that not-so-subtle nonsmoker gasping throughout Young Punks entire cigarette. His young punk girlfriend (Attitude Chick) stands there the entire time as if is the most natural place to enjoy smoldering tobacco. Despite our best efforts *
cough cough* to get Young Punk to put out his death stick, he continues to suck it down. Probably to spite us.
I think someone ratted him out. Probably because our blatant attempts werent working for squat. No sooner did Young Punk
fling his lit cigarette over the outside brick wall (nice!) did the announcement come on to please, for the comfort of others, mind the rules of the park and smoke only in designated areas. Everyone around us turned to glare at Young Punk as if to nonverbally tell him that the announcement was for HIM, but Young Punk and Attitude Chick didnt even notice. Rules schmules! We can only hope there werent dry twigs or a gasoline crop on the other side of that wall.
Next installment:
Part 3. The Worlds dumbest question
not 
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