The Great Scopa Surprise
As I arrived at Epcot, around 10:30am, I whipped out my trusty cell phone to call MikeS and see if I could figure out a way to meet him, wherever he might be in the parks that day. As far as Mike was concerned, I couldn't make it to MouseFest and was eating my heart out in Baltimore.
As luck would have it, Mike was behind the wheel when I called, so his lovely wife Carol answered, "Hello Will!" (I love caller ID!)
"Carol," I said, "I'm calling you from in front of Spaceship Earth. DON'T TELL MIKE! I want to meet up with you guys and surprise him. Where are you guys going to be today?"
Doing her best to remain nonchalant and not give me away, Carol replied that they were on their way to the Belz outlets and would be going to MGM afterward; they planned on arriving around 11:30.
"Okay, I'll be waiting inside the MGM turnstiles at 11:30. Tell Mike I had to go back to work and get him to call me back when you arrive at MGM so I'll know you're coming!"
We said our goodbyes and I made my way through Epcot, stopping to ride Mission: Space and Test Track on the way to International Gateway, where I took a Friend Ship launch to MGM. I arrived a few minutes late at around 11:40, hoping that the Scopas hadn't arrived yet, and hurried through the gates to stand in front of the Crossroads info kiosk.
As luck would have it, the Scopas were running late as well, since Carol had to bodily drag Mike out of the Character Warehouse, so it wasn't until about 12:05 that my phone rang.
"Hi Mike. Where are you right now?"
"We're just getting off the parking lot tram at MGM."
Perfect, thought I, they'll be coming through the turnstiles in about 2 minutes.
But they didn't. Mike kept talking about the weather, and the stuff they had seen and experienced since they arrived at WDW on Tuesday; this was typical, since I always grill him mercilessly about every detail when he's there and I'm not. But he wasn't coming into the park. A few minutes later, Carol and Holly appeared before me; I cupped my hand over the phone and said, "Where the heck is he?"
"He's standing at the bag check. He doesn't walk while he's on the phone."
But Mike kept on talking. Carol took the opportunity to snap a picture of me, talking to Mike from only 100 feet away. Normally I hang on every word when he's talking to me from WDW and I'm at home, but this time I was itching to tell him, "Shut up and go into the park!" At one point he even noticed the excessive background noise coming from my end and asked, "Are you in the car?"
"No," I replied, grinning at Carol, "but I am outside!"
After a good ten minute conversation, I finally had to tell him, "Mike, I'm sorry but I've got to hang up. I'll have to call you back in about a half hour, okay?" We said our goodbyes and I replaced my phone in my utility belt.
And STILL he didn't come into the park!
Carol went over to the turnstiles and looked out; she reported that Mike was putting his phone away and adjusting his waist bag. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Mike approached the turnstile and fed it his pass. Carol stood just inside with her camera at the ready, and Mike stopped just inside the turnstile with a cheesy grin and cocked head to pose. But he still didn't see me.
He looked around and spotted Holly, who was standing about 6 inches away from my left arm, and began walking toward her.
But he still didn't see me.
When he got about 10 feet in front of me, I yelled out, "Hey Mike, should I call you back now?!"
The expression on his face was priceless.