Let’s continue this list, shall we:

#7
Outside the Magic Kindgom gates, walking back to the bus terminal, exhausted from a long day of running from attractions to attractions, we suddenly hear this loud command behind us: “GET THE BUS, GEEEEEETTTTT THE BUUUUUUUSSSSSSSS”. Not too sure who the heavy smoker was ordering around, we turned to see, and this rather plump short ashtray-blond haired fat ass chick is yelling at her 6 year old to go run and, I don’t know, maybe jump in front of the bus to stop it from leaving before she could manage to blubber her way inside it? We all looked at each other, such an un-Disney moment, and then she yelled some more: “GO. GO. GO. GO. GOOOOOOOO. HURRRY. GET THE BUS.”

Poor kid, he’s in the nicest place on Earth for a 6 year old and yet he will have to bare the scars of this humiliation for life… of course, our laughing in unison probably didn’t help

#6
Regardless of the Disney park design, you will have a fairly good walk to the bus terminal taking you to your hotel when you are ready to leave. Sometimes, while walking, you can see in the distance that the bus you want is already there, almost ready to leave and it might make you want to run for it… The four of us were leaving Epcot one afternoon with plans of visiting another wonder from the World and were merrily making our way down the path when all of a sudden, two teenagers ran past us, then without care almost knocked a couple out of their way, then zig zagged full speed within the crowd. They suddenly came face to face with one of the Cast Member working that area who promptly put his hand up motioning them to stop at once and said: “Slow down boys. No running. This is a walkway, not a runway.”

Of course, it became our favourite thing to remind everyone everytime we made our way to any transportation terminal.

#5
Half way through the trip, we decided to stay until closure at Magic Kingdom and enjoy Wishes, their fireworks extravaganza. It such a powerful show that you must see it at least once during the vacation if not more. Problem is that EVERYONE exits the park right after and you just know the bus line-up is going to be murder… but it’s Disney and you will do it regardless. So that night, we made our way to the terminal with the crowd, noticed that the line up was probably 250 people deep for our hotel and without being too discouraged, started waiting. One bus came and went. Another one arrived a few minutes later and left promptly after. Then another one arrived, one that we might just be able to sqeeze into? Nah, almost though. We were now right in line to be the 7th, 8th, 9th and 10th sleepy heads in the next bus. All of a sudden, this large southern loud mouth tight-clothed woman walked to the front of the line and stood there while the rest of her family went and waited in the line up with the rest of the normal people. And then, talking over everyone’s head to her husband and children at back of the line, she loudly exclaimed: “I don’t care! I’m waiting here! I don’t want to wait in this snaky line up, I want to smoke! I’ll smoke right here!”. We immediately figured out she wasn’t going to cut in front of everyone, so we stopped paying her any attention. Got it, you’re a cow… now shut up please. But oh no, she continued on with her annoying voice, making sure people looked at her. And then she went: “Good lord, I must be sexy, everyone’s looking at me”.

Yeah, that’s it. That’s exactly why everyone is looking at you. It’s not for your lack of class or dietary control, it’s because you’re fucking sexy. I gave her one final glance as the bus pulled away and mouthed: “Good night fucktard”.

But seriously, if you’re going to shell out money to troll yourself around Disney World, you should expect a few things: large crowds at time and you should definitely expect that if you happen to miss your bus for whatever fat reason, there will be another one in seconds, no need to be bringing the loud drama with you. Buses area were actually one of the very few places where I was made aware of such low class within the World’s gates. It saddens me… and then I guffaw again thinking of all the blog material these fucktards are giving me.

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