bookmama
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Okay, it's time for Epcot, bathroom run and we're off right? Um no. I can't find Sugah Mama's ticket. I have everyone's ticket but hers. Where is her ticket?! I'm freaking out. I actually picked my bag up and turned it upside down and shook it. The kids were looking on the floor, even all the way back to the monorail. No ticket.
Now I'm really panicking. Where is her ticket!? Mom said, let's go check the car, if it's not in the car maybe you left it on the table at home. Ok let's go we're burning daylight. On the monorail back to Epcot. Now it's pouring, the wind's picked up a little but we're still thinking this is the usual Florida weather and we'll be fine. We're more worried about the ticket. The kids have picked up on the panic and it's taking everything in me not to start screaming. We run to the car. We're near the entrance so we don't have to wait for the tram. I yank open the door, and frantically start going through every nook, cranny and drawer. NO TICKET
Mom's like breathe, we'll check the house. We head back to the house, wipers swishing and I'm screaming on the inside. No traffic coming home. The kids have fallen asleep, thank God and I run into the house. I flipped the bed, emptied drawers. NO TICKET! I'm about to go completely crazy. I was about to be 302'd in Orlando. (For those that don't know, 302, is admitted to a mental hospital, in 4 point restraints. Doped up and observed for 72 hours.) Okay Breathe. Mom says, call Undercover Tourist, see if they can get you the ticket number so you can get a new one for Sugah Mama. Yeah, that's good. Um, no. It's Sunday, they are closed. Tears are in my eyes.
We can't afford to replace her ticket. It would blow the whole budget.
Wait
I took a pic of all the tickets as soon as I got them. Hopefully, I got it. YES!
I remembered from Dis and Mousesavers that if I lost any ticket. They can use the number to find it and get us a new one.
So I scribble the number down and we rush back to the car. Dev wakes up, "Did you find it?" Nope, but I got the number to replace it. We're back on the road. We can salvage this day. The rain is really coming down, and we forgot to stop and get ponchos. We were going to pay for that
. But we don't care we got to get this ticket thing straightened out. We're much further back because it's now 11 am. Not surprisingly people were there to play in the rain. So we hop on the tram and that's when learn that A: Epcot is the 2nd largest parking lot in the world and B: Dev gets a little, ok a lot, interested in the College Program. Focus, girl, bask in the happiness that your boy may actually want to go to college, later. Get the ticket problem solved first.
There's no line at the ticket window. I explain the problem and the CM and she is all too happy to help. Dev, once again notices that someone is in the college program. She's from Georgia University. I'm like see Dev you can do it, you can work here at the College Program. He's all know-it-all-ly, "Mom I can't
commute down here from Penn State." I give him the stank look. I really wish they had a smiley for that. Any way, I feeling all good I got the problem solved, or so I thought. She can't find the ticket.
No. God No. I tell her I wrote down the numbers off the back of the tickets. She asked for all the tickets. She's comparing numbers. Then she asks, is it a child's ticket?. Yes. She's typing. Then she says "Okay, I got it." 
She prints Sugah Mama a new ticket. I'm bout ready to lay down on the wet ground and roll around in the puddles. Then she gives us this very important piece of info:
When you copy down the numbers from the back of your ticket. It is the numbers on the right hand side.
We let Sugah Mama put her ticket in her lanyard and we're on our way into Epcot. Finally!


Mom's like breathe, we'll check the house. We head back to the house, wipers swishing and I'm screaming on the inside. No traffic coming home. The kids have fallen asleep, thank God and I run into the house. I flipped the bed, emptied drawers. NO TICKET! I'm about to go completely crazy. I was about to be 302'd in Orlando. (For those that don't know, 302, is admitted to a mental hospital, in 4 point restraints. Doped up and observed for 72 hours.) Okay Breathe. Mom says, call Undercover Tourist, see if they can get you the ticket number so you can get a new one for Sugah Mama. Yeah, that's good. Um, no. It's Sunday, they are closed. Tears are in my eyes.

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There's no line at the ticket window. I explain the problem and the CM and she is all too happy to help. Dev, once again notices that someone is in the college program. She's from Georgia University. I'm like see Dev you can do it, you can work here at the College Program. He's all know-it-all-ly, "Mom I can't
commute down here from Penn State." I give him the stank look. I really wish they had a smiley for that. Any way, I feeling all good I got the problem solved, or so I thought. She can't find the ticket.



When you copy down the numbers from the back of your ticket. It is the numbers on the right hand side.
We let Sugah Mama put her ticket in her lanyard and we're on our way into Epcot. Finally!