Wall-E1
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So, we're just back from our vacation to the happiest place on Earth. All and all, a great trip as always. The only issue I had was some of the snide remarks, dirty looks and rude behavior from other guests. It's like other people come to the parks just to make others miserable. Why can't they mind their own business and just have fun with their families? Here's some of the issues that I experienced.
I'll start with a couple of problems at Pop Century.
1. I have a wife and four kids. Only my wife and the sixteen year old daughter smoke. I know we're not supposed to smoke in the rooms, but I'll admit that sometimes we do. We did bring one of those incense candles into the room to kill the smell. Well, my daughter steps out front while smoking a cig. When she comes back in, she tells me that the people next to us gave her a dirty look and made this disgusted sigh. Fine. I could care less about their opinion. But I am pissed. My daughter just wanted to relax and have a cigarette. She's seven months pregnant. I don't need anybody upsetting her in the state that she is in. So, about fifteen minutes later, we get a knock on our door. It's the hotel manager. Well, we open it and he proceeds to tell us that smoking is not allowed in the resort rooms and an additional maintenance fee may be assessed to guests who do this. At this point, I'm pissed. I know it's that yuppie couple in the next room that called us in. I got my revenge though. I did the old burning paper bag trick. I made it myself(ha ha). I left it in front of their door, lit the bag up, knocked on the door and left. I listened to him stomping out the flames and then yelling in disgust at the little gift that was all over his feet. Sometimes nosy people need to be taught a lesson. My wife says I should have just ignored it. I'm sorry, but I can't ignore somebody disrespecting my daughter. She deserves respect for being an independent, smart young lady. She's getting ready to take classes towards her G.E.D. She's had a steady job at Wendys for three months now. She quit drinking after her sixth month of pregnancy for the safety of her unborn child. So, I am going to defend my little girl that I am so proud of.
2. This next issue was a misunderstanding on my part, so I do take partial responsibility for it. At the food court our first morning, one of my boys, Jeb, was in the pastry section. Well, I was nearby at the soda stations, refilling my 7-11 big gulp cup. I see the back of my child's head as a cashier grabs and swings him around. "He stole donuts and stuffed them into his pants", I hear the cashier say. Well, I immediately put out my cigarette and march right over there and grab the boy, bend him over and take my belt off. Well, I tanned his hide something good. My wife, who had been changing the baby's diaper at the table sees this and comes over to grab my arm so I will stop. I guess she was embarrassed as other guests were watching. Well, in my fit of anger I swat her with the belt. She cowers, like she always does when accidentally being beat. I have to tell you that I don't care what other people think. If my boy has done wrong, I will discipline him. Well, I yank my boy up and spin him around to ball him out, and to my complete surprise, it was not my child. There was a moment of relief, but then I realized that I had just beaten someone else's child. Both boys look exactly the same from behind. What are the chances of two boys having the exact same mullets? It was an honest mistake. Well, that child's mom comes running on over and beating on me. Then other guests start moving on in, surrounding me. I make a break for it, pushing my way through the crowd, barely able to retrieve my big gulp cup, and hightail it out of there. I know one could say that I was partially in the wrong here, but the child did steal after all. I probably did that other family a favor, beating him the way I did. What gets me is this. What is with the other guests who surrounded me? Did they come to Disney to vacation or just butt into other people's business?
I'll start with a couple of problems at Pop Century.
1. I have a wife and four kids. Only my wife and the sixteen year old daughter smoke. I know we're not supposed to smoke in the rooms, but I'll admit that sometimes we do. We did bring one of those incense candles into the room to kill the smell. Well, my daughter steps out front while smoking a cig. When she comes back in, she tells me that the people next to us gave her a dirty look and made this disgusted sigh. Fine. I could care less about their opinion. But I am pissed. My daughter just wanted to relax and have a cigarette. She's seven months pregnant. I don't need anybody upsetting her in the state that she is in. So, about fifteen minutes later, we get a knock on our door. It's the hotel manager. Well, we open it and he proceeds to tell us that smoking is not allowed in the resort rooms and an additional maintenance fee may be assessed to guests who do this. At this point, I'm pissed. I know it's that yuppie couple in the next room that called us in. I got my revenge though. I did the old burning paper bag trick. I made it myself(ha ha). I left it in front of their door, lit the bag up, knocked on the door and left. I listened to him stomping out the flames and then yelling in disgust at the little gift that was all over his feet. Sometimes nosy people need to be taught a lesson. My wife says I should have just ignored it. I'm sorry, but I can't ignore somebody disrespecting my daughter. She deserves respect for being an independent, smart young lady. She's getting ready to take classes towards her G.E.D. She's had a steady job at Wendys for three months now. She quit drinking after her sixth month of pregnancy for the safety of her unborn child. So, I am going to defend my little girl that I am so proud of.
2. This next issue was a misunderstanding on my part, so I do take partial responsibility for it. At the food court our first morning, one of my boys, Jeb, was in the pastry section. Well, I was nearby at the soda stations, refilling my 7-11 big gulp cup. I see the back of my child's head as a cashier grabs and swings him around. "He stole donuts and stuffed them into his pants", I hear the cashier say. Well, I immediately put out my cigarette and march right over there and grab the boy, bend him over and take my belt off. Well, I tanned his hide something good. My wife, who had been changing the baby's diaper at the table sees this and comes over to grab my arm so I will stop. I guess she was embarrassed as other guests were watching. Well, in my fit of anger I swat her with the belt. She cowers, like she always does when accidentally being beat. I have to tell you that I don't care what other people think. If my boy has done wrong, I will discipline him. Well, I yank my boy up and spin him around to ball him out, and to my complete surprise, it was not my child. There was a moment of relief, but then I realized that I had just beaten someone else's child. Both boys look exactly the same from behind. What are the chances of two boys having the exact same mullets? It was an honest mistake. Well, that child's mom comes running on over and beating on me. Then other guests start moving on in, surrounding me. I make a break for it, pushing my way through the crowd, barely able to retrieve my big gulp cup, and hightail it out of there. I know one could say that I was partially in the wrong here, but the child did steal after all. I probably did that other family a favor, beating him the way I did. What gets me is this. What is with the other guests who surrounded me? Did they come to Disney to vacation or just butt into other people's business?
