LT Hambone
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- Oct 26, 2000
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Early one morning I discovered a unique WDW subculture the mug men.
It happen during our recent trip to Port Orleans Riverside. While my wife was showering, I grabbed our refillable mugs, and headed to the food court. Along the way I noticed the mug men.
A typical mug man is in his early thirties, wears a t-shirt/shorts/flip-flop combo, forgoes basic hygienic procedures, and is able to carry enough refillable mugs for a small army. They are usually still asleep, and rely on instincts to guide them to the drink dispensers. Their speech is very primitive, consisting mostly of short, terse phrases like, Why is it always me? Why do they take so long? Why cant I sleep longer? I wonder if the Yankees finally lost a game? Above all else, do not get in their way, or interfere with their work.
From that point on, whenever I passed a mug man, I would raise my mug and say, Mug run! To which the mug man would raise his many mugs (not very far, given the amount of weight he carries), and return the salute with a slight groan.
So are you a mug man? Or maybe a mug woman? Do you have any good stories from making the morning mug run?
Mug men of the world, unite!
It happen during our recent trip to Port Orleans Riverside. While my wife was showering, I grabbed our refillable mugs, and headed to the food court. Along the way I noticed the mug men.
A typical mug man is in his early thirties, wears a t-shirt/shorts/flip-flop combo, forgoes basic hygienic procedures, and is able to carry enough refillable mugs for a small army. They are usually still asleep, and rely on instincts to guide them to the drink dispensers. Their speech is very primitive, consisting mostly of short, terse phrases like, Why is it always me? Why do they take so long? Why cant I sleep longer? I wonder if the Yankees finally lost a game? Above all else, do not get in their way, or interfere with their work.
From that point on, whenever I passed a mug man, I would raise my mug and say, Mug run! To which the mug man would raise his many mugs (not very far, given the amount of weight he carries), and return the salute with a slight groan.
So are you a mug man? Or maybe a mug woman? Do you have any good stories from making the morning mug run?
Mug men of the world, unite!
