ZZUB
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Bama lost today. I cant remember the last time Ive seen a first quarter that lopsided against us. Whenever it was, I had more hair then. Having no reason to watch any more football, and in fact wanting to avoid any post-game discussion of Bamas collapse, it seemed a good time to continue work on my trip report.
Some people drink. Others work out. I bore complete strangers with the minutiae of our trip to Disney World now two months old.
Chapter Six:
Picking up where left off at the end of Chapter Five, That night we went to Chef Mickeys for dinner and then headed to Downtown Disney so we could begin our assault on World of Disney. Dinner was good and World of Disney was uneventful. Absolutely nothing interesting happened in either place. Pity.
The following morning we got up. You know the drill. I got up first; went on my coffee walk, observed the beauty of PORiverside; wondered why people were milling around and then I went back to my room, ate Pop Tarts and waited until the TV was so loud it woke my wife and daughter.
The only difference this day was that it was morning EMH at MK and we were endeavoring to be In MK sometime during morning EMH, before they opened the gates to the non-resort rabble.
That was the beginning of our day. Consider yourself briefed.
We resume our story while the Zzub family is standing at the Bus Depot waiting for the MK bus. We were not alone. Indeed, there was something of a crowd waiting for the bus. A bus pulled up and wouldnt you know it, it was pretty full. My wife and daughter walked up to the bus door while I folded up the stroller. The bus driver announced, Standing room only. My wife, still in a fog from a lack of sleep, turned around and started to walk back to sit down on a bench. I asked her what she was doing and she said, the bus is full.
No its not, I said.
Well have to stand, she said.
So? I returned. Well have to stand. Big deal! I wondered what was wrong with her. It occurred to me she needed her coffee. I pulled a Starbucks patch from the backpack and slapped it on her shoulder.
We got on the bus and rode to MK. No one was talking on their cell phones so it was an uneventful ride. Once inside the MK, we walked down Mainstreet and before we hung a right towards Tomorrowland, we ran into the doubledecker bus of "entertainment." My wife suggested we stop and watch the show. I obliged because its not good to disagree with her. Its even more unwise to do so when shes uncaffeinated.
The doubledecker bus of entertainment was not unlike watching My Fair Brady on VH1. It was a train wreck, yet I couldnt look away. Ive been to high school productions which were less painful. Also, it was only 8:45 in the morning and these poor souls were already in a sweat. There was almost no one watching their little show. No one but us and one other couple. So they were working up a sweat for next to no good reason. And they were lip synching. It was like Ashlee Simpson meets Milli Vanilli on a Very Special My Fair Brady. Only worse. Finally, mercifully, it ended and they boarded their bus and were gone. My word of advise: if you ever see this bus and some so-called singers and dancers emerge to start their show; run, RUN the opposite direction. Properly warned ye be.
Show over, we headed to the Puppies of Progress. Surprisingly, it had not changed at all from the day before. Having now memorized the dialogue, I started looking for hidden Mickeys. I found one on the tv set in the last scene. I don't say that to brag; it merely calls attention to how bored I was.
There was a guy sitting behind us who not only sang along with the show, but talked back to it. The talking back was not as annoying as the singing. Why did he do that? Did he think we wanted to hear him? Memo to man sitting behind us: you cant sing! And we didnt pay to hear you sing either. Go home to your shower.
We got off the Puppies and got back on. By this point even I was wishing they would shut the ride down.
After the second time we went and rode the People Mover again. And again I laughed at the page for Mr. Morrow. Do you think theyre spiking the coffee at PORiverside?
In Mickeys Philharmagic, we discovered there are worse things than middle aged men singing off key in the Puppies of Progress. A child screaming at the top of her lungs is, oddly enough, more annoying. Our story begins when we entered the theater and there was a family who refused to honor the move all the way to your right command. No, no, they paid more than the rest of us and they deserved to sit whereever they wanted. Who were we anyway? A few people stepped over them and then the CM made another, more forceful announcement. She all but said, Hey, rude people! Get up off your butts and move. I mean you! Proving that you can shame people into conformity, they got up and moved. We sat down and there was a murmur amongst the crowd about how rude some people are.
Then the crying started. Somewhere about 3 or 4 rows in front of us. It got louder and louder during the CMs pre-show instructions. By the time we were told to don our opera glasses; the kid was in a full on scream. Mom and Dad? Blissfully ignorant the noise was bothersome to anyone else.
It was so loud at times it drowned out the considerable volume of the film. It was loud!
Mr. and Mrs. Oblivious, however, refused to take their kid out of the theater. Instead, they allowed us all to enjoy their kids screams of death. I understand they were embarrassed, or maybe they just wanted to see the show. But thats really no excuse. Unfortunately for us and the other people at Philharmagic, no one got up and left.
When the show was over, I looked for the culprits so I could cast a disapproving glance their direction. But the kid stopped crying and they blended into the crowd. So we headed towards Its a Small World to punish ourselves.
Next we headed towards Jungle Cruise where the wait was deceptively long. It was, however, worth the wait. We had a really good skipper. In my opinion, a bad skipper can ruin the show.
We ventured towards the Pirates. 1/3 of my family enjoyed it. Another third rode most of it with her face buried in the third thirds shoulder only occasionally looking up to see a pig in the mud or a dog. This meant the third third didnt really enjoy the ride as much as she enjoyed telling me afterwards, See, I told you she doesnt like that ride. Properly warned was I.
So off to lunch we head. At Pecos Bills, I got the free dessert because it was free. I gave one to the couple standing next to me in line. I ate one and we gave the last one to the Pennsylvania people. Yeah, we saw them again. Isnt that odd? Disney World is huge and this was the 4th time we ran into this family since we met two days earlier at CRT. This was their last day at Disney World so as it turns out this would be the last time wed see them. And so our relationship ended as it began but this time we gave them dessert.
I miss the Pennsylvania people. I miss the free food, too.
We had planned to leave MK after lunch and head back to our room for my daughter to nap. We started walking towards the front of the park but we were having misgivings about leaving. Although the calendar said it was September, it felt very much like mid-July. In Africa. It was hot. Scary hot. We were inclined to just get back to our cool, if not very clean, room for some rest. As we walked through the shops on the right side of Mainstreet, however, I started to have some misgivings. We paid a lot of money for this trip, and this was our last day in the Magic Kingdom, shouldnt we try to stick it out in the heat? I hinted to my wife that I was thinking we should stay in the park. She met my suggestion with a chilly silence. I appreciated the cool air. We walked on.
As you know, Disney exists to remove the money from our wallets. I think I read that someplace. Blush. I dont think Disney likes it when we leave the parks in the middle of the day. We cant spend as much money if were back in our rooms napping, can we? Unless and until they figure out how to put a souvenir shop in our rooms, I think they want us to stay inside the parks. So its not a big surprise that before we could leave the Magic Kingdom, we ran into Pluto. Pluto is a dog, and as we all know, my little girl LOVES dogs. Coincidence? Please.
We stopped for my daughter to see Pluto and for more pictures. While we were standing there, I noticed that we were only about 45 minutes away from the Share a Scream Come True parade. I knew my daughter liked that parade two days before so I suggested to my wife that we find some shade and some curb and wait for it. She reminded me that we had a late night planned and if my daughter didnt get a nap wed all pay the price for that. But this was our last chance to see the parade. But she needs a nap. But she wants to see the characters. But its hot. But theres shade right there.
Should we stay? Should we go? Should we join the Clash?
We decided to stay and I agreed I was responsible for any fits of rage which we suffered later that night. Having suffered no real consequences from the Pirates semi-fiasco, I was feeling adventurous.
There was a great spot of shade right in front of the Emporium and so we pulled up some curb to await the parade. I volunteered to go in search of provisions. I walked across the street to the candy shop on the other side and grabbed two Powerades and a bunch of Mickey Mouse lollipops for my daughter. I proceeded to the counter and produced my Key to the World.
Suzie Helperhshoes (apparently she no longer works for Alaska Airlines) received my card and began to unleash a torrent of evil that consumed me for more than the next hour.
First she told me that I could not use the meal plan for the Powerades. Not really caring whether I was using my snack credits at this point or not, I said, OK, just charge it to my room.
Youre not stupid. You know what happened next. You just dont realize yet how obnoxious the situation would get.
Im sorry, Mr. Zubb. Your card is being rejected.
Excuse me?
Its saying your card is no good.
I didnt have to run any math through my head; I knew we had not exceeded our spending limit on our room account.
Maam, Im confident we have not exceeded our limit. Could you maybe call our resort to find out what the story is?
Sure, she said. However, before she could pick up the phone she began riffling about looking for something called a register journal. I had no idea what that was then, and I have no idea what a register journal is now. What I know is Suzie Helpershoes didnt need the register journal to call PORiverside and I didnt care what it was. She asked the CM next to her if she knew where the register journal was. She didnt. She asked the CM on her other side. She didnt. Someone who looked like he knew what he was doing walked up but he couldnt be bothered helping either Suzie Helpershoes or me. Instead, while I stood there with sweating Powerades and a silly CM obsessed with a register journal, this guy had another CM change the bandaid on the side of his neck. I wondered if I was in a hidden video show.
Suzie then asked me if I minded waiting while she went to find the register journal. Before I could say yes, I mind waiting, let me just pay with cash, she was gone.
I stood at the counter like an idiot waiting for someone, anyone, to help me.
The clock was ticking and instead of seeing the parade, I was going to see the inside of this store. After awhile Suzie returned. Note well: she did NOT have a register journal, whatever that is, in her hand.
Can you picture my personal hell? I know my Key to the World is good, I also have cash in my pocket to pay but I cant pay because Suzie Helpershoes is so obsessed with some cockamanie register journal that she cant actually help me. I could feel the heat rising in my head. What is with this register journal? Why was she so obsessed with it?!
Ten minutes after I first attempted to pay for my Powerades and lollipops, Suzie finally got on the phone with PORiverside. There was a lot of nodding of her head and spelling of my last name. Then there was shaking of her head and she hung up the phone.
Youve checked out of your hotel, Mr. Zubb. Thats why your card is being rejected.
Blank stare of complete disbelief while I compose myself.
Maam, I started. I stopped again because I felt several strong words moving with force towards my mouth. I have not checked out. We are not checking out until Monday. Please call back to confirm that we have not been checked out.
Alright, I will, she said.
While she was again (no lie) looking for the mythical register journal and then dialing the phone, I asked her several questions in my head. These included, but were not limited to the following:
Why didnt you ask me if I checked out before you hung up the phone?
Why didnt you look at the front of my card which clearly tells you my card is good until 9/19?
Even if I did check out this morning, isnt my card still good until the end of the day?
Why are you so keenly obsessed with the register journal?
Can I just pay with cash?
She hung up the phone and, as it seems, I did not check out of PORiverside that morning. Imagine my surprise. Turns out, were staying through the 19th. If only that information was printed on the front of my Key to the World. Or in the register journal.
She swiped my card again and again no joy. Yes, because something had changed in the last 15 minutes that would make it work?! Is there someone more qualified in the store who can help me?
Third call. She gets on the phone again with PORiverside and they again tell her my account is good but the card must be demagnitized. She argues with them, and I kid you not, somehow introduces the all powerful but still missing register journal into the conversation. She had some strange class of Tourette's syndrome where she compulsively shouted register journal.
Register journal. Register journal. Register journal!
Her argument with PORiverside management over, they somehow managed to charge the purchase to my account without swiping my allegedly de-magnetized card. Suzie Helpershoes did not believe my card was deficient but without the precious register journal there was nothing else she could do. I advised her I was going to exchange my now warm Powerades for cold ones and thank you for your help.
The marvel of this story is that I actually maintained my composure under somewhat trying circumstances. Maybe it really is a Magic Kingdom.
If only the odyssey ended here. I left the candy shop and attempted to rejoin my family. The parade had already begun at the other end of the park and the ropes of death were in place. The strolling martinet CMs whose job it is to make sure no one crosses the road were out in force. I maneuvered through the crowd behind a CM and made it across the street before anyone noticed. I was as invisible as my stroller normally is. Odd.
I was gone for 45 minutes.
But for the fact that everyone was thirsty, no one noticed I was gone.
I sat down and began to spill out the details of the Hunt for the Register Journal and the endless phone calls between Suzie Helpershoes and PORiverside. I couldnt rest. I had no confidence that my card was going to work and we had dinner plans at Crystal Palace. I knew I needed to confirm my card was ok. Having memorized the Magic Kingdom park map years ago (dont judge me, you have too!) I remembered that Guest Services was right behind us and down a ways. I knew they would be able to tell me if my card was working or if I needed to continue my search for the register journal.
I ran over to Guest Services and walked up to a very nice CM who looked aghast when I unfolded my story of shame. She swiped my card and assured me it was working just fine. She had no idea what the problem was with Suzie Helpershoes and she didnt seem at all to care about the register journal. That made two of us.
Next time: The Continuing Saga of My Key to the World.
Some people drink. Others work out. I bore complete strangers with the minutiae of our trip to Disney World now two months old.
Chapter Six:
Picking up where left off at the end of Chapter Five, That night we went to Chef Mickeys for dinner and then headed to Downtown Disney so we could begin our assault on World of Disney. Dinner was good and World of Disney was uneventful. Absolutely nothing interesting happened in either place. Pity.
The following morning we got up. You know the drill. I got up first; went on my coffee walk, observed the beauty of PORiverside; wondered why people were milling around and then I went back to my room, ate Pop Tarts and waited until the TV was so loud it woke my wife and daughter.
The only difference this day was that it was morning EMH at MK and we were endeavoring to be In MK sometime during morning EMH, before they opened the gates to the non-resort rabble.
That was the beginning of our day. Consider yourself briefed.
We resume our story while the Zzub family is standing at the Bus Depot waiting for the MK bus. We were not alone. Indeed, there was something of a crowd waiting for the bus. A bus pulled up and wouldnt you know it, it was pretty full. My wife and daughter walked up to the bus door while I folded up the stroller. The bus driver announced, Standing room only. My wife, still in a fog from a lack of sleep, turned around and started to walk back to sit down on a bench. I asked her what she was doing and she said, the bus is full.
No its not, I said.
Well have to stand, she said.
So? I returned. Well have to stand. Big deal! I wondered what was wrong with her. It occurred to me she needed her coffee. I pulled a Starbucks patch from the backpack and slapped it on her shoulder.
We got on the bus and rode to MK. No one was talking on their cell phones so it was an uneventful ride. Once inside the MK, we walked down Mainstreet and before we hung a right towards Tomorrowland, we ran into the doubledecker bus of "entertainment." My wife suggested we stop and watch the show. I obliged because its not good to disagree with her. Its even more unwise to do so when shes uncaffeinated.
The doubledecker bus of entertainment was not unlike watching My Fair Brady on VH1. It was a train wreck, yet I couldnt look away. Ive been to high school productions which were less painful. Also, it was only 8:45 in the morning and these poor souls were already in a sweat. There was almost no one watching their little show. No one but us and one other couple. So they were working up a sweat for next to no good reason. And they were lip synching. It was like Ashlee Simpson meets Milli Vanilli on a Very Special My Fair Brady. Only worse. Finally, mercifully, it ended and they boarded their bus and were gone. My word of advise: if you ever see this bus and some so-called singers and dancers emerge to start their show; run, RUN the opposite direction. Properly warned ye be.
Show over, we headed to the Puppies of Progress. Surprisingly, it had not changed at all from the day before. Having now memorized the dialogue, I started looking for hidden Mickeys. I found one on the tv set in the last scene. I don't say that to brag; it merely calls attention to how bored I was.
There was a guy sitting behind us who not only sang along with the show, but talked back to it. The talking back was not as annoying as the singing. Why did he do that? Did he think we wanted to hear him? Memo to man sitting behind us: you cant sing! And we didnt pay to hear you sing either. Go home to your shower.
We got off the Puppies and got back on. By this point even I was wishing they would shut the ride down.
After the second time we went and rode the People Mover again. And again I laughed at the page for Mr. Morrow. Do you think theyre spiking the coffee at PORiverside?
In Mickeys Philharmagic, we discovered there are worse things than middle aged men singing off key in the Puppies of Progress. A child screaming at the top of her lungs is, oddly enough, more annoying. Our story begins when we entered the theater and there was a family who refused to honor the move all the way to your right command. No, no, they paid more than the rest of us and they deserved to sit whereever they wanted. Who were we anyway? A few people stepped over them and then the CM made another, more forceful announcement. She all but said, Hey, rude people! Get up off your butts and move. I mean you! Proving that you can shame people into conformity, they got up and moved. We sat down and there was a murmur amongst the crowd about how rude some people are.
Then the crying started. Somewhere about 3 or 4 rows in front of us. It got louder and louder during the CMs pre-show instructions. By the time we were told to don our opera glasses; the kid was in a full on scream. Mom and Dad? Blissfully ignorant the noise was bothersome to anyone else.
It was so loud at times it drowned out the considerable volume of the film. It was loud!
Mr. and Mrs. Oblivious, however, refused to take their kid out of the theater. Instead, they allowed us all to enjoy their kids screams of death. I understand they were embarrassed, or maybe they just wanted to see the show. But thats really no excuse. Unfortunately for us and the other people at Philharmagic, no one got up and left.
When the show was over, I looked for the culprits so I could cast a disapproving glance their direction. But the kid stopped crying and they blended into the crowd. So we headed towards Its a Small World to punish ourselves.
Next we headed towards Jungle Cruise where the wait was deceptively long. It was, however, worth the wait. We had a really good skipper. In my opinion, a bad skipper can ruin the show.
We ventured towards the Pirates. 1/3 of my family enjoyed it. Another third rode most of it with her face buried in the third thirds shoulder only occasionally looking up to see a pig in the mud or a dog. This meant the third third didnt really enjoy the ride as much as she enjoyed telling me afterwards, See, I told you she doesnt like that ride. Properly warned was I.
So off to lunch we head. At Pecos Bills, I got the free dessert because it was free. I gave one to the couple standing next to me in line. I ate one and we gave the last one to the Pennsylvania people. Yeah, we saw them again. Isnt that odd? Disney World is huge and this was the 4th time we ran into this family since we met two days earlier at CRT. This was their last day at Disney World so as it turns out this would be the last time wed see them. And so our relationship ended as it began but this time we gave them dessert.
I miss the Pennsylvania people. I miss the free food, too.
We had planned to leave MK after lunch and head back to our room for my daughter to nap. We started walking towards the front of the park but we were having misgivings about leaving. Although the calendar said it was September, it felt very much like mid-July. In Africa. It was hot. Scary hot. We were inclined to just get back to our cool, if not very clean, room for some rest. As we walked through the shops on the right side of Mainstreet, however, I started to have some misgivings. We paid a lot of money for this trip, and this was our last day in the Magic Kingdom, shouldnt we try to stick it out in the heat? I hinted to my wife that I was thinking we should stay in the park. She met my suggestion with a chilly silence. I appreciated the cool air. We walked on.
As you know, Disney exists to remove the money from our wallets. I think I read that someplace. Blush. I dont think Disney likes it when we leave the parks in the middle of the day. We cant spend as much money if were back in our rooms napping, can we? Unless and until they figure out how to put a souvenir shop in our rooms, I think they want us to stay inside the parks. So its not a big surprise that before we could leave the Magic Kingdom, we ran into Pluto. Pluto is a dog, and as we all know, my little girl LOVES dogs. Coincidence? Please.
We stopped for my daughter to see Pluto and for more pictures. While we were standing there, I noticed that we were only about 45 minutes away from the Share a Scream Come True parade. I knew my daughter liked that parade two days before so I suggested to my wife that we find some shade and some curb and wait for it. She reminded me that we had a late night planned and if my daughter didnt get a nap wed all pay the price for that. But this was our last chance to see the parade. But she needs a nap. But she wants to see the characters. But its hot. But theres shade right there.
Should we stay? Should we go? Should we join the Clash?
We decided to stay and I agreed I was responsible for any fits of rage which we suffered later that night. Having suffered no real consequences from the Pirates semi-fiasco, I was feeling adventurous.
There was a great spot of shade right in front of the Emporium and so we pulled up some curb to await the parade. I volunteered to go in search of provisions. I walked across the street to the candy shop on the other side and grabbed two Powerades and a bunch of Mickey Mouse lollipops for my daughter. I proceeded to the counter and produced my Key to the World.
Suzie Helperhshoes (apparently she no longer works for Alaska Airlines) received my card and began to unleash a torrent of evil that consumed me for more than the next hour.
First she told me that I could not use the meal plan for the Powerades. Not really caring whether I was using my snack credits at this point or not, I said, OK, just charge it to my room.
Youre not stupid. You know what happened next. You just dont realize yet how obnoxious the situation would get.
Im sorry, Mr. Zubb. Your card is being rejected.
Excuse me?
Its saying your card is no good.
I didnt have to run any math through my head; I knew we had not exceeded our spending limit on our room account.
Maam, Im confident we have not exceeded our limit. Could you maybe call our resort to find out what the story is?
Sure, she said. However, before she could pick up the phone she began riffling about looking for something called a register journal. I had no idea what that was then, and I have no idea what a register journal is now. What I know is Suzie Helpershoes didnt need the register journal to call PORiverside and I didnt care what it was. She asked the CM next to her if she knew where the register journal was. She didnt. She asked the CM on her other side. She didnt. Someone who looked like he knew what he was doing walked up but he couldnt be bothered helping either Suzie Helpershoes or me. Instead, while I stood there with sweating Powerades and a silly CM obsessed with a register journal, this guy had another CM change the bandaid on the side of his neck. I wondered if I was in a hidden video show.
Suzie then asked me if I minded waiting while she went to find the register journal. Before I could say yes, I mind waiting, let me just pay with cash, she was gone.
I stood at the counter like an idiot waiting for someone, anyone, to help me.
The clock was ticking and instead of seeing the parade, I was going to see the inside of this store. After awhile Suzie returned. Note well: she did NOT have a register journal, whatever that is, in her hand.
Can you picture my personal hell? I know my Key to the World is good, I also have cash in my pocket to pay but I cant pay because Suzie Helpershoes is so obsessed with some cockamanie register journal that she cant actually help me. I could feel the heat rising in my head. What is with this register journal? Why was she so obsessed with it?!
Ten minutes after I first attempted to pay for my Powerades and lollipops, Suzie finally got on the phone with PORiverside. There was a lot of nodding of her head and spelling of my last name. Then there was shaking of her head and she hung up the phone.
Youve checked out of your hotel, Mr. Zubb. Thats why your card is being rejected.
Blank stare of complete disbelief while I compose myself.
Maam, I started. I stopped again because I felt several strong words moving with force towards my mouth. I have not checked out. We are not checking out until Monday. Please call back to confirm that we have not been checked out.
Alright, I will, she said.
While she was again (no lie) looking for the mythical register journal and then dialing the phone, I asked her several questions in my head. These included, but were not limited to the following:
Why didnt you ask me if I checked out before you hung up the phone?
Why didnt you look at the front of my card which clearly tells you my card is good until 9/19?
Even if I did check out this morning, isnt my card still good until the end of the day?
Why are you so keenly obsessed with the register journal?
Can I just pay with cash?
She hung up the phone and, as it seems, I did not check out of PORiverside that morning. Imagine my surprise. Turns out, were staying through the 19th. If only that information was printed on the front of my Key to the World. Or in the register journal.
She swiped my card again and again no joy. Yes, because something had changed in the last 15 minutes that would make it work?! Is there someone more qualified in the store who can help me?
Third call. She gets on the phone again with PORiverside and they again tell her my account is good but the card must be demagnitized. She argues with them, and I kid you not, somehow introduces the all powerful but still missing register journal into the conversation. She had some strange class of Tourette's syndrome where she compulsively shouted register journal.
Register journal. Register journal. Register journal!
Her argument with PORiverside management over, they somehow managed to charge the purchase to my account without swiping my allegedly de-magnetized card. Suzie Helpershoes did not believe my card was deficient but without the precious register journal there was nothing else she could do. I advised her I was going to exchange my now warm Powerades for cold ones and thank you for your help.
The marvel of this story is that I actually maintained my composure under somewhat trying circumstances. Maybe it really is a Magic Kingdom.
If only the odyssey ended here. I left the candy shop and attempted to rejoin my family. The parade had already begun at the other end of the park and the ropes of death were in place. The strolling martinet CMs whose job it is to make sure no one crosses the road were out in force. I maneuvered through the crowd behind a CM and made it across the street before anyone noticed. I was as invisible as my stroller normally is. Odd.
I was gone for 45 minutes.
But for the fact that everyone was thirsty, no one noticed I was gone.
I sat down and began to spill out the details of the Hunt for the Register Journal and the endless phone calls between Suzie Helpershoes and PORiverside. I couldnt rest. I had no confidence that my card was going to work and we had dinner plans at Crystal Palace. I knew I needed to confirm my card was ok. Having memorized the Magic Kingdom park map years ago (dont judge me, you have too!) I remembered that Guest Services was right behind us and down a ways. I knew they would be able to tell me if my card was working or if I needed to continue my search for the register journal.
I ran over to Guest Services and walked up to a very nice CM who looked aghast when I unfolded my story of shame. She swiped my card and assured me it was working just fine. She had no idea what the problem was with Suzie Helpershoes and she didnt seem at all to care about the register journal. That made two of us.
Next time: The Continuing Saga of My Key to the World.
I laughed, I cried, I want to join the DMVC! Keep up the good work!
Thanks for the compliment, and I *do* hope they will appreciate my work someday (Although, I can say with confidence it will not be tomorrow when I return their essays!)
I am afraid I never finished my epic. I have been to 
