Day 1 - Travel to Orlando... NOT a Magical Experience
Category Everything Else
So here it is just a bit after midnight, and we're at the Boardwalk. Granted, I didn't expect to be here until very late, and we're only here for one night as we head to Vero Beach tomorrow. But what a travel "experience"...
Portland to Seattle was fine... a bit late getting into Seattle, so we didn't have a lot of time between flights. But the gates were close, so no big deal. Got boarded, and even had the middle seat open between us. Comfortable, relatively speaking. And we took off for the five hour flight to Orlando.
Then the farter started...
Whoever s/he was, they were ripe... every 20 to 30 minutes, we got the aromatic experience of whatever they previously ate. And we weren't the only ones getting grossed out. They were getting good "air cover" with their biowarfare. It was bad...
We arrived about 10 pm, got to the gate around 10:10, and headed off for the Magical Express... where the NEXT breakdown occurred. We got to the B side and walked up to the guy from Disney at the foot of the escalator... only to be told that since we arrived after 10 pm, our luggage wouldn't be transported to the resort this evening. They stop luggage service at 10. OK, would have been nice to know that beforehand. But we could live with the luggage getting here at 8 am tomorrow morning. We went over to the check-in for ME, where they asked us if we had our luggage. Now the story was that we had to get it off the carousel ourselves and hoof it over. This meant back to the A side where the Alaska luggage was. We got there, only to find that most of the luggage was off, and ours wasn't there.
NOW I'm really not happy...
We got another Disney "greeter" on the A side, who tried to tell us the luggage would be delivered next morning... or it would be on the carousel. I was less than pleasant explaining that I was VERY tired of going back and forth, and that I didn't care which answer was right... just pick one. Then another Disney person tried to take us over to American (who apparently handles Alaska luggage) to check for lost luggage... where the line was VERY long. "Magically", our single bag then appeared on the end of the carousel... just waiting for us. Sigh... whatever...
BACK to the B side with all our luggage now, onto the bus... where we sat for about 25 minutes waiting for a handful of other people. I suppose I'd want them to wait for me if I were late, but I was not feeling the Magic by this time.
So we're here now... I have a diet Coke (WITH caffeine... tough!) and I'm starting to unwind a bit. A quick check of email and twitter should do it.
I'd like to say it'll get better from here, but I'll refrain from testing those assumptions. :)
So here it is just a bit after midnight, and we're at the Boardwalk. Granted, I didn't expect to be here until very late, and we're only here for one night as we head to Vero Beach tomorrow. But what a travel "experience"...
Portland to Seattle was fine... a bit late getting into Seattle, so we didn't have a lot of time between flights. But the gates were close, so no big deal. Got boarded, and even had the middle seat open between us. Comfortable, relatively speaking. And we took off for the five hour flight to Orlando.
Then the farter started...
Whoever s/he was, they were ripe... every 20 to 30 minutes, we got the aromatic experience of whatever they previously ate. And we weren't the only ones getting grossed out. They were getting good "air cover" with their biowarfare. It was bad...
We arrived about 10 pm, got to the gate around 10:10, and headed off for the Magical Express... where the NEXT breakdown occurred. We got to the B side and walked up to the guy from Disney at the foot of the escalator... only to be told that since we arrived after 10 pm, our luggage wouldn't be transported to the resort this evening. They stop luggage service at 10. OK, would have been nice to know that beforehand. But we could live with the luggage getting here at 8 am tomorrow morning. We went over to the check-in for ME, where they asked us if we had our luggage. Now the story was that we had to get it off the carousel ourselves and hoof it over. This meant back to the A side where the Alaska luggage was. We got there, only to find that most of the luggage was off, and ours wasn't there.
NOW I'm really not happy...
We got another Disney "greeter" on the A side, who tried to tell us the luggage would be delivered next morning... or it would be on the carousel. I was less than pleasant explaining that I was VERY tired of going back and forth, and that I didn't care which answer was right... just pick one. Then another Disney person tried to take us over to American (who apparently handles Alaska luggage) to check for lost luggage... where the line was VERY long. "Magically", our single bag then appeared on the end of the carousel... just waiting for us. Sigh... whatever...
BACK to the B side with all our luggage now, onto the bus... where we sat for about 25 minutes waiting for a handful of other people. I suppose I'd want them to wait for me if I were late, but I was not feeling the Magic by this time.
So we're here now... I have a diet Coke (WITH caffeine... tough!) and I'm starting to unwind a bit. A quick check of email and twitter should do it.
I'd like to say it'll get better from here, but I'll refrain from testing those assumptions. :)
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