So if you read my previous post, you know I'm in Orlando. I took the red eye flight out Saturday night and discovered a few things about myself that aren't so pleasant.
1. Although being the parent of a little one makes me much more sympathetic to parents traveling with kids, evidently my patience runs thin after 15 minutes of my seat being kicked. There's zero left after 20 minutes. Did I mention this was a red eye flight? Here's how it played out, "Argh, that little girl (probably age 6) is kicking my seat...oh well, Kaitlyn has done that before...hmm, she's still kicking my seat. But I have a little one so I understand...Still kicking...Isn't her mom going to make her stop?...really, still? Isn't this little stinker (not quite the word I thought though) tired? Shouldn't she be sleeping....Really, how long is this going to go on, this is ridiculous!
I'm sure I'll be paying for those thoughts when we take our next airline trip with Kaitlyn in a few weeks.
2. The gentleman next to me didn't find a need to sleep on the flight either. He chose to read and play solitaire the whole way there. Leaving his light to shine right on me. I was really annoyed and yet it's this guy's right to do this, of course. I shouldn't expect the world to cater to me and my needs. However, he was a talker and that's where I draw the line! Argh, I had to pretend to sleep to avoid the chit-chat. Shouldn't there be a law against that on a red eye? He also took his shoes off and proceeded to walk around the plane without them, including the bathroom. That's just wrong! Maybe I'm not as accommodating to quirky people as I thought I was.
3. Upon arriving, I had the pleasure (read: torture) of taking the Magical Express to my hotel. Now arriving so early meant I was the only one on this HUGE motor coach. I was told 10,000 people would be coming in later that day but for me, I got a personal ride. I was quite amused because Disney is placing a HUGE focus on being 'green' these days, yet they transported me in a gas-guzzling, pollution-creating bus to the hotel...just little ole me! Back to the torture part, the driver being the typical Disney employee felt it was his duty to do the whole song and dance and hype me up for my Disney experience. I did actually feel bad when I told him I wouldn't be doing anything Disney-related other than staying at the Disney property for a work conference. Nonetheless, he didn't let that stop him. He forged right ahead thinking he could convince me that I needed to Disney it up! It was painful! And I got irritated with this poor guy who is obviously so in love with his job and Disney. I'm blaming it on lack of sleep from the first two items above. Had it not been for that, I would've forged right into the drivers dream of a wonderfully, magic vacation (ok, probably not!)