Commando Nikki was great to have around. She was the glue that held our vacation together. Without her, we would probably have not done half the things we did. We will never go to Disney without her. She is a permanent part of our packing list.
Commando Nikki was taking no prisoners this morning. She had been relieved of her duties as far as Brothers crew went, so she only had us to torture with her whistle.
Just before Mickey's wake up call, Em, who was sleeping on the trundle bed on the floor, let loose a very loud, honk-like fart.
I heard Commando Nikki giggle. She was already wake, waiting.
I asked her "Are we were being invaded by African barking spiders?"
She charged out of her bed and headed for the coffee in her pajamas as is customary in Florida. I had her well trained. Mickey called and woke everyone else up.
Once Commando Nikki had everyone motivated, I had to get showered & dressed. She was becoming impatient with me, I was holding us up now but I couldn't find any of my underwear.
Where was all my underwear?
I retraced our 'incredible' journey back to the laundry room, secretly praying I wouldn't find any of it, because who picks up underwear from the ground in a public place and claims it as their own?
I wouldn't have pick it up if I found any of it, there’s something creepy about your underwear once it has been re-located with out your knowledge. I just wanted to know where it all went. I didn't even get to say 'good-bye'.
Is it possible the seemingly nice ladies from the laundry room last night STOLE my underwear while Dh and I were sitting by the pool?
I saw my underwear go into the washing machine. I know I put it in there.
Who goes to Disney and steals underwear? If you can't afford your own underwear, how DID you afford Disney?
Why would anybody want used underwear?
Commando Nikki was getting impatient chanting, Lets go, move, move, move. I couldn't get dressed without my underwear, its the key starting point of getting dressed.
I needed underwear. Mine was MIA. I took a pair of Dh's because I had no other options. Fit pretty good, just a little bunchy right in the front.
I asked my crew if anyone had seen my underwear, but they hadn't. Commando Nikki asked what I was going to do.
"I'm wearing Scuba Steve's tighty-whities." I told her.
She didn't handle this information well. As a matter of fact, she threw her hand up in front of my face and said, "We have nothing more to say to each other again today."
Okay, fine then.
I needed three feet of personal space, I wanted to blow dry my hair and get ready in piece. I asked Dh if her would take the girls down to the gift shop for a little shopping spree while I finished. He readily agreed and put out his hand.
I put a room charge card slash park ticket in his hand. He flipped his hand over to drop it on the floor and again presented me with an open hand. I picked it back up and put it back in his hand.
"What do you expect me to do with this?" He asked.
"Go to the gift shop and take the girls shopping." I told him.
"This is not cash." He said.
"No, I know, it's a room charge card slash park ticket." I explained.
"I am not qualified to use this." He told me.
I assured him that he was, if fact, allowed to use this handy-dandy room charge card slash park ticket in exchange for fine gifts and prizes. He didn't believe me. I showed him the difference between that ONE particular special card and the other ordinary park ticket cards.
There was a wave of awe in our room that morning.
This was the card that Beatlebum and Commando Nikki would beg to use in get into the parks from this minute forward. They learned to love the special room charge slash park ticket card.
It brought joy to the crew. I reassured Dh that everything would be fine. Just go to the gift shop, pick out some things you'd like, hand the lady the card and sign the slip, no problem.
Until they went to the gift shop, and I had already maxed it out. Commando Nikki called and told me there was a charging emergency down in the gift shop. Hurry, Dh was panicking.
On the way to the gift shop I stopped at the front desk and had them charge my REAL credit card so my balance would start over again on the special room charge card slash park ticket.
Don't tell Dh. Shhhhh.
I went into the gift shop and took the special room charge card slash park ticket from Dh and handed it to the lady who was patiently wanting. She zipped it right through, handed me the slip to sign and we were ready to go. Dh stepped back in amazement and made hissing noises at the card. He was doing his slow motion karate moves and doing the sign of the cross with his fingers.
"This is why I have to handle all the money, honey." I rolled my eyes at him, pretending that HE was the problem, not the innocent little card. Dh now thinks I have special money powers, but will no longer use anything but cash, ever.
The girls ran back to the room to drop off thier fine gifts and prizes. Dh & I waited in the smoking area and discussed our plans for the day. I told him we had PS's at Chef Mickey's in the toaster hotel at 11:00 am. It was now 10:40.
Wow! It had gotten late, apparently an underwear theft can louse up your entire morning. I was afraid we wouldn't make it by bus in time to the toaster hotel, but Commando Nikki was already ahead of me and had called Ralph M. from Checker Cab co.
Van #333, ask for him by name.
Ralph showed up very quickly in his big yellow Checker Cab co. van, picked us up and drove by the bus stop where people were still waiting for the bus. Commando Nikki yelled out the window "Love ya, mean it."
I don't think Ralph was prepared for what happened next.
Way back in the beginning, during our drive down the Maine State turnpike, Beatlebum put in a CD from the movie Grease. The girls and I sang "Your the one that I want" at the top of our lungs, seat dancing and torturing the Metalica-loving man in the front seat. He had curled himself up in a ball and was actually whimpering. He couldn't wait to be near some men, he was out-numbered.
Ralph had it playing on his radio.
We began singing it at the TOP of our lungs. I got chills, there multiplying, and I'm looooosing control.
Dh tried to get out the door.
Ralph turned it up really loud, either because he saw just how much fun we were having seat dancing and singing OR because we sang very off key and he was trying to drown us out.
Didn't matter, Ralph started our morning off just right. He was great, so friendly and fun. He gave me his card when he dropped us of at the toaster hotel for our breakfast with the mouse.
Ralph M. from Checker Cab co. van #333 didn't know I had 55,000 close Dis friends.
Ralph M. also didn't know that he was one of the highlights of our day.
Ralph M. didn't need to know I was wearing Scuba Steve’s tighty-whities did he?