That reminded me of my worst Disney moment.
One very hot summer day we were leaving the Magic Kingdom on the ferry. It was about 6pm and we were headed to the airport. I had my 2-3 year old daughter on my shoulders when she erupted. We had just eaten at Tony's Town Square and 98.6 degree spaghetti was raining down on top of my head, dripping onto my shoulders, and cascading down my entire front to my shoes.
The very crowded ferry suddenly found room for me and my daughter to be nearly alone. My wife, who can not deal with vomit, was totally gone.
We made it back to the rental car, got some dirty but much cleaner clothes out of the suitcase, and cleaned up the best we could there in the parking lot. We used some of the dirty clothes as towels and stuffed all of the clothes back into the suitcase. I wonder what the poor baggage handlers thought of our bags?
My daughter and I stunk, stunk, stunk, for the ride to the car rental return, the wait at the airport, the flight home, and the ride home from the airport. We got lots of dirty looks from people.
The shower at home never felt so good!