*sigh*
I don't know if it's the building dread of the impending holidays that has been making me melancholy as of late....but I've been apologetically bitchy lately. A day spend at Disney (the Happiest Place on Earth, my a&&!) yesterday confirmed that I am nothing more than a grumpy, cynical, sarcastic sourpuss.
I mean, really. How hard is it for people (grown adults, mind you, not the kiddies) to decide what they want to eat from a menu that lists five items? If you don't see "hot dog" or "pretzel" on the menu board- guess what! They don't have it at this food stand! Get the hell out of my way because I am HUNGRY and want that BURGER that is ACTUALLY ON THE MENU BOARD!!!!
And why was it impossible for you, gadget man with two cell phones, a video camera, and an iPod, to take a decent picture of Solace and I with our (ridiculously easy to use) camera? All you needed to do was press down on the big, shiny, round silver button. And try to point the camera in our direction. This was not rocket science. You've been taking photos of your kids all day long...what was the problem here?
And America, can you please start teaching your offspring to say "excuse me" or "pardon me" when they run smack-dab into a total stranger? Or "sorry" at least? I am not upset that some sticky, sweaty 5-year old almost plowed me down outside of Space Mountain as I stood still in line for some popcorn...hey, it happens...but I am upset that you, moo cow mom, yelled at ME for it. Yes, I planned out my day to stand in the exact spot your snot-nosed punk would go running through at the exact time he did. Sure, I snidely said, "Excuse YOU." to the little brat after he attempted to push me out of the way (after bouncing off of me)... but perhaps if YOU taught YOUR kid to say "Excuse me" this could all have been forgotten. But I will be keeping the image of your $5 Wal-mart haircut, splotchy face and attractive white trash tank top ingrained in my memory so that if I ever run into you or your hellspawn again, I will make sure to repeatedly stand directly in your way so that you are FORCED to say "Excuse me." Biotch.
I mean, really. How hard is it for people (grown adults, mind you, not the kiddies) to decide what they want to eat from a menu that lists five items? If you don't see "hot dog" or "pretzel" on the menu board- guess what! They don't have it at this food stand! Get the hell out of my way because I am HUNGRY and want that BURGER that is ACTUALLY ON THE MENU BOARD!!!!
And why was it impossible for you, gadget man with two cell phones, a video camera, and an iPod, to take a decent picture of Solace and I with our (ridiculously easy to use) camera? All you needed to do was press down on the big, shiny, round silver button. And try to point the camera in our direction. This was not rocket science. You've been taking photos of your kids all day long...what was the problem here?
And America, can you please start teaching your offspring to say "excuse me" or "pardon me" when they run smack-dab into a total stranger? Or "sorry" at least? I am not upset that some sticky, sweaty 5-year old almost plowed me down outside of Space Mountain as I stood still in line for some popcorn...hey, it happens...but I am upset that you, moo cow mom, yelled at ME for it. Yes, I planned out my day to stand in the exact spot your snot-nosed punk would go running through at the exact time he did. Sure, I snidely said, "Excuse YOU." to the little brat after he attempted to push me out of the way (after bouncing off of me)... but perhaps if YOU taught YOUR kid to say "Excuse me" this could all have been forgotten. But I will be keeping the image of your $5 Wal-mart haircut, splotchy face and attractive white trash tank top ingrained in my memory so that if I ever run into you or your hellspawn again, I will make sure to repeatedly stand directly in your way so that you are FORCED to say "Excuse me." Biotch.