It’s easy to get down on yourself when you’re traveling away from home for business on a Friday. I arrived dutifully early and duly checked in well before my Southwest boarding time in order to position myself near the front of the A line. Then I remembered that this flight was to Orlando and there would likely be more very young and very old preboards than A group boarders anyway.
True to form, the lines were full of people jockeying for position, stashing their bags to hold their places in line and giving in-flight instructions to first time flyers to “be sure and chew sum guuum so yer head don’t explode.” I just smiled and read the McPaper. (USA Today)
But lo and behold, after all the preboards and the A listers in front of me had found their seats, I claimed the exit row aisle on the left side that lets me stretch out my crippled right ankle. Or as we experienced travelers call it-Southwest First Class!
Four drink tickets and a Crown and ginger ale later, I had decided to make a conscious effort to not be the Saddest Person in the Happiest Place on Earth. I attended this same convention in the same Disney Boardwalk Resort two years ago, and it’s easy to get depressed spending eight hours a day in meeting rooms and nights alone in a hotel room with a huge-ass crib bolted to the center of the floor while all around you families are enjoying their dream vacations.
So as I sit here on this Disney Magical Express Shuttle Bus, having been directed here by a tiny Phillipino woman wearing an enormous stuffed Mickey Mouse glove on one hand, I pledge to let the joy of all these children rub off on me. (Get your mind out of the gutter, perv!) I am going to make the best of this situation and try to return home Monday night in a good mood to meet our new dog who RUABelle is picking up tomorrow without me.
Wish me luck!