Overheard on the Monorail
Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 8:57 pm
Mr. Syndrome and I boarded at the Poly. Mr. and Mrs. SG and offspring board at GF.
Mrs. SG: Where does this thing go?
Mr. SG: I have no idea.
Mrs. SG: Okay, we'll take it to MGM then.
They were still on when we disembarked at TTC, so goodness only knows what they thought when they wound up back at GF. They were rather weird in general; wife and kids sat next to us, and Mr. SG sat across since there wasn't enough room for him, too. The people next to him all left at the next stop, and the kids went over to his side, but Mrs. SG stayed next to Mr. Syndrome. And I mean NEXT to him...originally, she had to sit close because of the lack of room. But when the kids left and she had plenty to herself, she still stayed plastered against him. She spent most of the trip whining about how her sunglasses didn't fit and how she'd be damned if she'd have a headache for the rest of her trip to Disney since she had already been suffering for three days.
Mrs. SG: Where does this thing go?
Mr. SG: I have no idea.
Mrs. SG: Okay, we'll take it to MGM then.
They were still on when we disembarked at TTC, so goodness only knows what they thought when they wound up back at GF. They were rather weird in general; wife and kids sat next to us, and Mr. SG sat across since there wasn't enough room for him, too. The people next to him all left at the next stop, and the kids went over to his side, but Mrs. SG stayed next to Mr. Syndrome. And I mean NEXT to him...originally, she had to sit close because of the lack of room. But when the kids left and she had plenty to herself, she still stayed plastered against him. She spent most of the trip whining about how her sunglasses didn't fit and how she'd be damned if she'd have a headache for the rest of her trip to Disney since she had already been suffering for three days.