For the life of me, I don't know why we didn't drive to MGM. Oh, I know why.

When one is approaching heat stroke, heat exhaustion, dehydration, (insert other), one's brain cannot produce rational thoughts when it has turned to mush. We looked over at the boat line: the entire "L" was full; looked like a 4 hour wait to me. Walking was out of the question; that would take a good 45 minutes at least, plus that would put us at the back of Epcot, exactly where we wanted to go.

So, let's take the bus.
As we approach the stop, it looks promising. Shortish line; maybe we would get a seat and have a little breather. 10 minutes passed, no bus. Another 10, 20, 30, 40, and still no bus. What happened to buses every 30 minutes? Other buses came and went.....we could have made three round trips to DTD. Finally, a bus pulls up......a non-empty bus.

Oh well, what's a little more standing? The bus was packed, and all passengers looked like I felt. The Loud family wasn't together on the bus because we had to "fill all empty spaces." But don't worry, I knew exactly where my children were as did the entire bus.

This was a particularly jerky bus. With every stop, start, turn, it seemed as though all passengers shifted. And with this shifting came, "STOP TOUCHING ME! YOU ARE IN MY PERSONAL BUBBLE! STOP LEANING ON ME!" Man, some parent needs to get ahold of their kids.

Meanwhile, I'm at the front of the bus, trying to send death rays to the middle of the bus, but they keep stopping at two boys who were seated. As usual, two able bodied 12-14 year olds were sitting while others stood. Others like an older lady and man with a sleeping toddler. Grrr. I'm sure I remembered m Southern home training and didn't mutter anything about manners and such.

As we approached Epcot, I could read the body language of these teens and their 30-something parents. They were planning the trample those standing to make a quick exit off the bus. Hmm, that's nothing a body block or two won't stop.....again not that I would do that or anything.