When we went to WDW with my parents in 2007, we rented them scooters from an off-site company- my dad

had had multiple heart surgeries and couldn't walk long distances, and my mom

was recovering from cancer and chemo- no way they could walk the distance around the Wilderness Lodge, let alone the parks, but this was where they wanted to go for a family vacation so we went. They delivered them to our resort, and gave them a good hour tutorial on how to run them, and we spent the next hour making sure that they knew how to run them. My husband

tigger

and I took the tutorial as well, and made sure we knew how to run them as we knew that at times we would have to load them onto the buses/transportation at WDW. If we had had the option of renting ANYTHING that would take TWO
ECVs to drive, we would have rather than mess with WDW transportation. The bus and boat drivers were the most courteous people we ever met, helping them every step of the way during the trip, making sure they were settled. They would leave the parks before us, usually at non-busy times just because they were exhausted, and we would walk out with them and make sure they were taken care of, and the bus drivers were just the nicest people on earth. The boat masters (when we took the boat from MK to WL and back) were the same- understanding when there were issues trying to get a running speed for the scooters to the landing dock, or when

would get too frustrated and hand of the
scooter to me to get it off the boat because he couldn't navigate the corner or the launch. In fact, my parents felt so comfortable with scooter use at WDW for their disabilities, they went back on their own for two additional trips without us.
The WDW cast members were a close second- especially those at the Haunted Mansion. It's

favorite attraction, and he was so worried he wouldn't be able to board because of the moving platform- he didn't think he'd be able to transfer from the moving platform to the doom buggy without falling as when he stood and walked he had to use a cane for balance. The cast members stopped the ride, allowed him as much time as he needed to get in and get settled, and since it was extremely slow (during the
MVMCP night) we rode it five times in a row- we just had to signal when we wanted to get off. It made his night, and

and I went to Guest Services to let them know about the cast member and how they went above and beyond.
The issues we encountered were other WDW guests. We had people try and board the buses using the back doors when we were trying to load the ECVs, glare at my parents when they were wheeling down the street (not even on the sidewalks).

and I learned quickly to walk beside and in front of my parents to make sure no one walked out in front or around them or cut in front, and even then accidents happened. One lady stepped behind

when he was backing up next to a bench in Epcot, completely ignoring the extremely loud beep beep noise then started cursing when he clipped her ankle. When they parked in the non-handicapped areas to wait for parades, they got rudely told to move by others so that people with strollers could wait there. They got pushed and shoved at the end of parades and shows during exits, then snarled at when people stopped short and the ECVS couldn't.
Through all that I kept my temper, but when someone had the nerve to complain about 'handicappers getting in to the front everywhere' when we had waited six cycles for an attraction that this guy had walked up on because we needed two special seats for my parents, I went off. (It had been a bad day of a whole lot of little slights to my parents about them being untitled to things they were getting, them not feeling well, and just frustrations). Told him all about

bypass operation and how we almost lost him on the table, and the mini-strokes that lost brain function and balance and he'll never be the same, the cancer that

had been diagnosed with and the chemo and radiation sickness that she had been through, the bone weakness and the beautiful hair under her Mickey ears that was a wig, and that he was a complete *** for complaining about a person, and that he was damn lucky that I wasn't a black Wiccan and would curse his ***. (I'm not a Wiccan anything but had just finished a class on world religions that included voodoo and Wiccan).

and

and

and everyone else I thought had been out of earshot, but then I hear a big loud THAT'S MY BABY! GO GET HIM! from the ride car.
At least I know that

loves me. I get in the ride car and the cast member is smiling at me, and I look at

and my face has to be on fire, and he goes, You're really sexy when you're mad...
