I've got a few funny stories...
The first one happened when we took my grandmother (she is about 78 now, so I guess she was around 73 at the time, and she is pretty fiesty) with us. We stayed offsite, so we drove to the Magic Kingdom parking lot. I guess she wasn't expecting WDW to accomodate so many people and was a bit surprised at the size of the parking lot. All of a sudden out of the back seat we hear her say," J**** C*****!!!" We were all shocked, and I yell, "Grandmother!?!?!" Then in the most syrupy sweet voice you can imagine, she says, "I was JUST saying the name of Jesus" as though it was a prayer or something!

We haven't let her live that one down!
The second story also relates to this grandmother. She doesn't walk long distances well, so we rented her an electric
scooter when we toured Epcot. She spent a good part of the day saying that people kept jumping out in front of her and it wasn't her fault she hit them. It was pretty funny. Well, it started to rain, so we all got our bright yellow ponchos out. We help grandma get hers on over her electric scooter so the seat doesn't get wet. Well, she takes off on that thing at about 90 miles per hour going downhill! The bright yellow poncho is waving behind her in the wind like Zorro's cape, and she looks hysterical with the little hood part over her head! We tried to yell at her to wait for us, but we were too doubled over laughing to get the words out!
The last story relates to my lifelone best friend who had accompanied us on many a WDW trip. We decided to rent surrey bikes at the BoardWalk, and, in a moment of temporary insanity, decided to let my best friend Melissa drive. There is a little bell you can ring as a horn of sorts, and boy did she love that thing. Well, we come peeling around a corner going pretty fast and there is a little girl standing with her back to us at one of the hot dog carts getting her hot dog. She turns around just as we are approaching on the surrey bike. Melissa rings the bell incredibly loudly and yells, "Move it or lose it!!!" at the top of her lungs. The poor little girl's eyes were as big as saucers. We died laughing and vowed never to let Melissa drive again!
