Pat_Elliott
<font color=blue>Kimberly's proud papa!</font><br>
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I know the line-cutting thread and its subsequent debate about the ins and outs of wheelchairs was closed and I hope I'm not way over-stepping my bounds by sort of re-opening it, but heck, I never got to speak!
What I do with line-cutters, rude smokers, ill-behaved children, people who push me during parades, and those who've had a few too many Harps in Epcot and think I find it funny they wish to have an affair with Cinderella:
Ignore it.
Twenty years ago when I first started visiting WDW, I found line-cutters and their ilk repulsive. I'd stew all day until some poor soul became the person to step in front of me at the wrong time, then I'd do something I thought was unbelievably cute. I'd come home and tell people about the jerk that cut me off, and how I showed him and his whole family.
Then I got married and took my wife to Disney. After the first trip, as we flew back I asked her if she wanted to go again soon. Her answer was no, because all I'd done leading up to the trip was reminisce about rude people and ills done to me, and tell her to prepare for it. Then the whole time I was there, all I did was complain about the five or six people out of some 100,000 we'd encountered in a week that I perceived had wronged me. Her opinion: a couple grand is a lot of money to spend on nit-picking. Especially since she was able to quickly point out to me three or four times that morning that I'd done something that, no matter how inoffensive I might have found it, violated someone else's space.
So now I make a quick decision when I see something like that: was I personally affronted (e.g. is someone currently standing on my foot and would I like to politely ask them to back off)? If not, to heck with it. Every person that cuts in front of me in line costs me about ten seconds. Boiling about it costs several minutes. There's virtually no situation you can throw at me that doesn't fall under the category of no-big-deal unless you make it one. Rude people will be rude people. People who are in some way handicapped, whether by birth or self-affliction, would probably trade places with me in a second. And the screaming kids buzzing around like bees in a field of azaleas are kids and they're excited.
Since I came to this compromise with myself, I sure have enjoyed the World a lot more. I'd suggest trying it. And thanks: After our last trip, I had two cents left. Had to put it in!
What I do with line-cutters, rude smokers, ill-behaved children, people who push me during parades, and those who've had a few too many Harps in Epcot and think I find it funny they wish to have an affair with Cinderella:
Ignore it.
Twenty years ago when I first started visiting WDW, I found line-cutters and their ilk repulsive. I'd stew all day until some poor soul became the person to step in front of me at the wrong time, then I'd do something I thought was unbelievably cute. I'd come home and tell people about the jerk that cut me off, and how I showed him and his whole family.
Then I got married and took my wife to Disney. After the first trip, as we flew back I asked her if she wanted to go again soon. Her answer was no, because all I'd done leading up to the trip was reminisce about rude people and ills done to me, and tell her to prepare for it. Then the whole time I was there, all I did was complain about the five or six people out of some 100,000 we'd encountered in a week that I perceived had wronged me. Her opinion: a couple grand is a lot of money to spend on nit-picking. Especially since she was able to quickly point out to me three or four times that morning that I'd done something that, no matter how inoffensive I might have found it, violated someone else's space.
So now I make a quick decision when I see something like that: was I personally affronted (e.g. is someone currently standing on my foot and would I like to politely ask them to back off)? If not, to heck with it. Every person that cuts in front of me in line costs me about ten seconds. Boiling about it costs several minutes. There's virtually no situation you can throw at me that doesn't fall under the category of no-big-deal unless you make it one. Rude people will be rude people. People who are in some way handicapped, whether by birth or self-affliction, would probably trade places with me in a second. And the screaming kids buzzing around like bees in a field of azaleas are kids and they're excited.
Since I came to this compromise with myself, I sure have enjoyed the World a lot more. I'd suggest trying it. And thanks: After our last trip, I had two cents left. Had to put it in!