When we got back to our room, I was surprised to see Mighty Good Man up, showered and
working on his blackberry.
What are you doing? I asked- and he said Well, Ive had some issues at work come up- I need to make a phone call and cant get any reception in the room. Is that embarrassing mug of coffee for me b/c I really need it.
(he hates the fact that I buy the mugs every trip- says they are not, um, MANLY.)
I just KNEW the work issue foreshadowed bad, bad things for the trip. Every single time we go to WDW, his work falls apart.
Im not kidding. Trucks with product on them disappear in the night. Product in warehouses disappear. Adults that are so good at finding their way to work while he is in town somehow fall into the Twilight Zone and they cant answer his frantic calls- from his vacation in Florida. I have come to expect it- the only way I shall ever wrench that blackberry from his hands will be to get him on a cruise where there is no reception. Slow boat to China, anyone?
It was now 10:30 and I asked him if hed talked to his GrandMother, who was driving up with his Grandfather from Tampa to have lunch with us. He said no, so I went outside to call her and she answered saying that they were 20 minutes away. We planned on meeting them at DTD and we got in the car and drove over. We sort of had a hard time finding them
there were a bazillion people there. Ive never seen the place that packed. I guess no one wanted to waste one of their park tix days in the rain, so they all came to DTD. It was then that I knew we were in trouble with the crowds.
Once we finally met up with the Grandparents, we walked thru the rain towards Wolfgang Puck for lunch. Along the way we saw the new T-Rex restaurant and considered dining there.
I just love the sign under the dino...
The line was out the door-- an hour and a half wait- so we kept on moving.
I really and truly was feeling awful and thankfully we were seated without a wait at Wolfgang Pucks. After looking at the menu the only thing that sounded good with my cold was the Butternut Squash soup. Not really my thing, but it was the only soup they had. Mighty Good Man got a sushi something- I dont eat tentacley, squishy things so I dont know exactly what it was- the kids got burgers, I think. The Grandparents had a salad and a hamburger. When the soup came out it was so cute! It had a Mickey on the top- floating- but the soup was not good. It was sweet! Like sugar bowl sweet! I generally love everything Wolfgang Puck, but after that soup I called that restaurant Wolfgang Yuck. Mighty Good Man enjoyed his squishy stuff- everyone else loved their food so I'd still go back to Wolfgang Puck's.
After lunch, we dodged the rain and walked the Grandparents back to their car. They are getting older and dont like to be out too long. So after they left, we decided it was time to hit up our fave grocery store---Publix!!!!!!!
We needed some medicine- our colds were really starting to get the best of us- so we got Zicam, Vit C, Sudafed, Nyquil, Dayquil, Delsym
cough drops. You name it- we had it in the cart. Along with two jugs of Orange juice, some milk, cereal, pop tarts, Uncrustables--- you know, the staples, LOL. As we got into the car, Mighty Good Man became a thirsty lunatic and gulped down one whole entire carton of OJ. The kids eyes almost bugged out of their sockets.
I said he was going to have to use the bathroom in the worst way and he made a comment I wont say here. It had to do with the porcelain flying off the wall.
He wanted to run to WalMart to see if we could find another Gator flag for the car, since one of ours had popped off on the highway on the way to the AR/FL game. So we found the nearest one and he pulled up front in the loading zone and walked in, saying hed be gone less than 5 minutes.
He was gone for all of 2 minutes when Officer Save the Day comes up behind the car and starts blowing the horn. WTH???? I truly was feeling like death at this point and I really didnt have much patience for such a stunt.
Okay, it is here that I must apologize in advance to anyone who has a loved one in law enforcement. I have great admiration for any and all officers and usually I am not so contentious (okay, I am----- sometimes.) but really, I felt plain gross and this Officer really started out on the wrong foot with me and got on my nerves. So here we go
eek.
I sat there in the passenger seat, pretending to not hear him.
In a second, seeing that Im not jumping to make things happen for Officer Save the Day, he gets out and hitches his pants up as he walks boldly to my side of the car. I have a vision of Roscoe P.Coltrain in my head. He stands there looking at me, and I sit there, looking at him. After a second, he realizes Im still not cooperating and he gently but firmly taps on the window. I roll it down a smidge.
He says, in his best CHIPs impersonation Youre going to have to move the car. I sit there. Do you hear me? I said you have to move the car.
I calmly reply No, I dont think so.
He almost lost it. What? he yells at me. I calmly say This is a rental. I dont believe Im AUTHORIZED to be behind the wheel and I surely dont want to break the law. His face turned ten shades of red. If youre not AUTHORIZED, he yells, Then who is? My Husband, I say. To which he replied- Well where is he??? Hum, I dont know, dumb behind, lets see
well were in front of a Walmart, yep- oh I know! he must be
In there. I said, pointing to the conspicuously hidden large brick building that proudly displayed the word "WALMART" on it and miles of people were walking into----(gosh he was dumb.) He stomped off muttering something about authorization or something another, I dont know. About that time, Mighty Good Man comes out and sees Officer Safety behind us, waves to him and gets in and we leave.
I tell him the story and he laughs b/c DH is a vendor
FOR Walmart.
If it werent for my DH and people like him, Officer Save the Day would have no buildings to patrol, no thirty something women to harass on vacation and certainly no pants to be hitchin up with no gun around his waist.
So there.
Back to the resort we go and dump all of the groceries off. Its then that I say to Mighty Good Man- "Get readywere going to The Magic Kingdom for a couple of hours." And with that, he groans- loudly.
Up next---
Magic Kingdom, Whispering Canyon and Mom, this is the stupidest place I ever been.