Stupid Guest Tricks

Big Wallaby wrote:I can't stand watching the President on TV talking about nukyuler issues.

Well, the middle eastern countries are perfectly innocent of possessing "nukyuler" weapons. Now, "nuclear", that's a different story... ;)

(Only 4 more months. Thank you, Jesus! :bow :)

Goofyernmost wrote:I believe that the most recent meaning for the word DINK is... Duel Income No Kids. Quite a bit different then the direction this is going.

DA dink dink....


USE the schwartz!!!

First of all, I just want to say that I'm horrified by what I see idiot parents let their kids do/say/climb on/grab/push/lick/sit on/kick/etc. My son is 16 now and has always been well-mannered. I raised him to know what the rule were and the consequences of not following them. Go figure.

So, my annoying kid/annoying parent experience from earlier this evening:

I was waiting in line at Cosmic Ray's (Don't even get me started about why families of SEVEN need to ALL stand in line together... or why they stand BESIDE their strollers, completely blocking the "exit" aisle people must negotiate while carrying trays laden with food and drinks...).

Anyhoo, there I was, patiently waiting, when I feel this strange tugging behind my left shoulder. And I hear a little "plop" near my foot. I turn to look and see that cute little Johnny has unzipped my backpack and is pulling things out and tossing them on the floor. Expensive sunglasses? Plop. Blood glucose monitor? Plop. Bottle of Tylenol? Rattle, rattle...plop. Wallet? Plop. Asthma inhaler? Plop. All in the three seconds it took my mind to register that this kind of behavior was really, actually happening. In the real, actual world.

I swat his hand away, yank the backback forward, and stoop down to gather my things. As I'm frantically shoving my things back in the bag, trying rather unsuccessfully not to get in the way of the previously-mentioned tray-balancers, I look up at Mommy dearest, expecting to see her at least pretend to admonish adorable little Johnny for this ridiculously unacceptable behavior.

Now I must take a several deep breaths for fear of bursting into flames...

Because, what this woman -- this hideous and inexplicable creature obviously from another dimension, an alternate universe -- did was to glare at me, hug her child to her indignant self, and shout, loudly, "Oh, Johnny, did that mean lady HURT you?" -- and then kick my asthma inhaler out of reach.

True story.

ButImAGoodAP wrote:First of all, I just want to say that I'm horrified by what I see idiot parents let their kids do/say/climb on/grab/push/lick/sit on/kick/etc. My son is 16 now and has always been well-mannered. I raised him to know what the rule were and the consequences of not following them. Go figure.

So, my annoying kid/annoying parent experience from earlier this evening:

I was waiting in line at Cosmic Ray's (Don't even get me started about why families of SEVEN need to ALL stand in line together... or why they stand BESIDE their strollers, completely blocking the "exit" aisle people must negotiate while carrying trays laden with food and drinks...).

Anyhoo, there I was, patiently waiting, when I feel this strange tugging behind my left shoulder. And I hear a little "plop" near my foot. I turn to look and see that cute little Johnny has unzipped my backpack and is pulling things out and tossing them on the floor. Expensive sunglasses? Plop. Blood glucose monitor? Plop. Bottle of Tylenol? Rattle, rattle...plop. Wallet? Plop. Asthma inhaler? Plop. All in the three seconds it took my mind to register that this kind of behavior was really, actually happening. In the real, actual world.

I swat his hand away, yank the backback forward, and stoop down to gather my things. As I'm frantically shoving my things back in the bag, trying rather unsuccessfully not to get in the way of the previously-mentioned tray-balancers, I look up at Mommy dearest, expecting to see her at least pretend to admonish adorable little Johnny for this ridiculously unacceptable behavior.

Now I must take a several deep breaths for fear of bursting into flames...

Because, what this woman -- this hideous and inexplicable creature obviously from another dimension, an alternate universe -- did was to glare at me, hug her child to her indignant self, and shout, loudly, "Oh, Johnny, did that mean lady HURT you?" -- and then kick my asthma inhaler out of reach.

True story.

You have a lot more self control that I! I am afarid said lady would be on the way to medical. And I would probably have to talk to security. (hehehehehe)

(sorry officer, I have Terets of the fist!!)

GRUMPY PIRATE wrote:You have a lot more self control that I! I am afarid said lady would be on the way to medical. And I would probably have to talk to security. (hehehehehe)

(sorry officer, I have Terets of the fist!!)

You know, later, I thought of all sorts of fabulous biting comments I could have made. I'm always clever -- AFTER the fact. But, unfortunately, I was simply too stunned at the time to do anything other than scurry around grabbing my things and be ironically grateful the kid didn't open the interior pocket and spill out all the small stuff...

I'm finding this year to be particularly frustrating when it comes to parents/kids misbehaving in the most egregious ways. It's getting a little ridiculous. A (large) grown man assaulted my skinny 16-year-old son while waiting for the Boo to You parade the other night. I'm still recovering from the shock and anger. That was something I never thought I'd see at WDW. Maybe that's just me being stupid enough to believe people can muster at least a tiny bit of civility, if not actual *happiness*, while at the World! :(

ButImAGoodAP wrote:"Oh, Johnny, did that mean lady HURT you?" -- and then kick my asthma inhaler out of reach.

Equally loud response: "It might have stung a bit, but not *nearly* as painful as feeling as though I can't breathe because he just broke my inhaler you just kicked away. Let's see... Blood glucose meter, inhaler, sunglasses... Your son just cost me $X in important medical equipment."

Then, from all the stress, you go into a panic/asthma attack, falling on her in the process.

She was probably training him to steal from tourists....I would turn her ass in to Security. :mad:
If they looked ,there is probably video from all over the park of him doing the same thing.

Oh, and say that you just didn't want him to grab any of your used needles :twisted:

People like that are the reason I sometimes buy hot coffee on a Summer afternoon.....

Zazu wrote:People like that are the reason I sometimes buy hot coffee on a Summer afternoon.....

This actually mad me spit water all over my laptop. :hysteria:

DisneyMom wrote:She was probably training him to steal from tourists....I would turn her ass in to Security. :mad:
If they looked ,there is probably video from all over the park of him doing the same thing.

Funny you say this. As I think more about it, I wonder if she wasn't actually "in on it." I know this sounds crazy, but I swear that I remember that I could hear her giggling while I felt the tugging (i.e., before I caught the little felon-in-training.) And given the physical arrangement of where everyone was standing, there's NO way she couldn't see what he was doing while he was doing it. Oof. The whole thing makes me shudder.

DisneyMom wrote:Oh, and say that you just didn't want him to grab any of your used needles :twisted:

Gladly, I don't have to do insulin injections yet. But what if I did? What if that little cretin had stuck his hand in there, grabbed a needle, and decided to "play" with it and stuck it in his hand. I'd probably be defending myself against that crazy maternal disaster's screaming accusations. Jeesh. Sometimes I think evolution isn't working fast enough.