Refillable Resort Mugs at Parks

[PatchOBlack]

I used to offer new-comers a marshmellow, but I had trouble keeping up!

[Pete Werner]

I heard that some guests received marshmallows. I did not receive marshmallows. Can someone point me to Guest Relations?

[hobie16]

I used to offer new-comers a marshmellow, but I had trouble keeping up!

I heard that some guests received marshmallows. I did not receive marshmallows. Can someone point me to Guest Relations?

I'd spent a few days in Vegas on business (it really was business, I was a field engineer at the time). I spent some long days slaving over a hot terminal resolving problems with a steaming customer peering over my shoulder. I was looking forward to getting home.

I got a seat on the last flight out to San Jose and ended up sharing a row with a kid who was about 14. He appeared to be nervous as he kept slamming the seat back tray up and down. I'm thinking maybe he'll quiet down once we get off the ground.

We're about fifteen minutes into the flight and the FA is taking drink orders. The kid asks for hot chocolate. The FA says we have hot chocolate. The kid says I always have marshmallows with my hot chocolate. The FA says we don't have marshmallows. The kid starts screaming I want marshmallows with my hot chocolate. The FA, somewhat taken aback repeats we don't have marshmallows. The kid's still screaming I want marshmallows in my hot chocolate. I look at the kid with my I'll kill to be able to get a nap look and say they don't have marshmallows. Drink your hot chocolate and shut up. The kid plastered himself against the window for the rest of the flight. And, he was mute.

The FA brought me an extra beer so I never did get my nap.

[Goofyernmost]

I'd spent a few days in Vegas on business (it really was business, I was a field engineer at the time). I spent some long days slaving over a hot terminal resolving problems with a steaming customer peering over my shoulder. I was looking forward to getting home.

I got a seat on the last flight out to San Jose and ended up sharing a row with a kid who was about 14. He appeared to be nervous as he kept slamming the seat back tray up and down. I'm thinking maybe he'll quiet down once we get off the ground.

We're about fifteen minutes into the flight and the FA is taking drink orders. The kid asks for hot chocolate. The FA says we have hot chocolate. The kid says I always have marshmallows with my hot chocolate. The FA says we don't have marshmallows. The kid starts screaming I want marshmallows with my hot chocolate. The FA, somewhat taken aback repeats we don't have marshmallows. The kid's still screaming I want marshmallows in my hot chocolate. I look at the kid with my I'll kill to be able to get a nap look and say they don't have marshmallows. Drink your hot chocolate and shut up. The kid plastered himself against the window for the rest of the flight. And, he was mute.

The FA brought me an extra beer so I never did get my nap.

I'll have to say...you sure have a way of meeting some strange people. Must be something in your cologne that attracts them. :D:

[CBeilby]

*pokes Hobie to indicate Postcount* Hi, Pete Werner, and let me be the first to welcome to Stupid Guest Tricks. The Marsupials should be by soon, and Hobie'll probably be back with the Hawaiian Hi. Also, the Beverage Committee should be stopping in, with your choice of cold drink. I STRONGLY recommend saving that until after the safety spiel, though. Trust me, you're gonna need it.

*stands by with fire extinguisher, dustpan, and broom*

[hobie16]

*pokes Hobie to indicate Postcount*

Whoopsie!!

Pete Werner

[hobie16]

I'll have to say...you sure have a way of meeting some strange people. Must be something in your cologne that attracts them. :D:

I don't wear cologne. Maybe I should start. :p:

[hobie16]

My other memorable airplane/kid story started in Paris. I was there to teach a class. Turned out I wasn't what the Parisians wanted as my classes were targeted towards sales reps and systems engineers. My audience was made up of techies.

The class was set up by our Europe headquarters in London. I phoned the woman who had made all the arrangements. She wanted me to come to London to speak with her and her boss about what went wrong. I set up a reservation that would take me to London and then on to San Francisco via Dallas.

Air France had trouble printing the ticket but I finally got to London. I spent the next day there and headed to Gatwick the following morning.

I go to the American Airlines counter where the agent discovered that Air France should have also ticketed me for this leg of my ever lengthening journey. It took about a half hour to finally print my ticket which meant I was last in line with the security guy at the next counter. He decided to play Screw With The Yank for a few minutes before I could finally check my suitcase.

I got to the plane with seconds to spare. I asked one of the FAs to check to see if my suitcase had made the plane. She came back and said it had.

As we pushed back from the gate I looked out the window and saw four suitcases piled up under the jetway. One of them sure looked like mine.

We land in Dallas, I go to the luggage carousel and wait. It starts to turn, bags come out, bags get picked up, the carousel empties out, the carousel stops leaving me and what looked like a twelve-year old kid standing there. The kid comes unglued and starts swearing up a storm. I tell him to hang tight and snag a guy who looks like a manager. He says he'll go check the plane.

He comes back five minutes later and says no bags. I look at the kid and tell him he's all yours. The kid comes reunglued. I head to the Admiral's Club. I would have offered to take the kid with me but I figured AA needed to feel a little pain too.

[ktulu]

He comes back five minutes later and says no bags. I look at the kid and tell him he's all yours. The kid comes reunglued. I head to the Admiral's Club. I would have offered to take the kid with me but I figured AA needed to feel a little pain too.

You should have waited, took the kid to the AC and then told him anything he wanted, was free. Nothing like a pissed off 12 year old ripping through a bunch of snacks.

[Lasolimu]

Greetings Pete Werner, I am the resident dragon and would like to offer you a very warm* welcome to that slice of the internet we call SGT. This website contains threads with quick twists and turns and I would like to advise you to not try too hard to keep up with them. Please keep your hands, arms, and legs safely inside the website at all times and enjoy your stay.

*this instance of warm is actually hot**... very hot

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