After Brothers phone call our crew headed for the Kali River Rapids ride. The raft is pretty big, with two seats, a get in & get out of the raft space, two seats, a get in & get out of the raft space and so on. Our crew of five was joined by a family of three (mom, dad and Jr.) who got into the raft first.
The weird thing was when they got in, mom & dad sat across from Jr. on the completely opposite side. I thought, well okay, we can adjust to that. Dh sat with Em, Beatlebum and Commando Nikki sat together and I sat with Jr. Jr. who was about 8 years old was just smiling ear-to-ear at me. I smiled back at him.
The raft started up the lift and I said to Dh that it was great they have that plastic covered center, wouldn't want anything to happen to my cameras.
Dh held up the camera bag and said "OH, by the way, they didn't fit."
Great time to tell me that, love ya, mean it, I'm going to KILL you when my cameras get soaked.
I was trying to stay calm about my cameras, out there in the OPEN, while DD's BACKPACKS with almost nothing in them stayed dry, and Jr. is still grinning at me. His mom and dad are now in on the grinning.
WHAT?? I almost screamed, but didn't.
"He manages to get completely soaked when we come on this ride, that's why we are over here." They grinned at me.
Nice, thanks, glad to here that. Could you hold my cameras, pretty please?
We go down the first drop, and sure enough the raft had spun around enough to soak me and Jr.
Everyone else stayed dry.
I glared at Dh, how held up my cameras and said "Dry!"
We float along, the raft turning as we go, and down the second drop, it spun around and
again Jr. & I are soaked. Everyone else stayed dry.
I again glared at Dh, who again held up my cameras and said "Looks good!"
We continue to float down through, I guess its the rainforest, the raft turning in circles, and for the final drop, the stinkin’ raft spun around and AGAIN well, you know. That time the wave of water that came over my head nearly drowned me and I had no long, floaty, life- saving, stick thing.
I think the kid had lead in his pockets or something.
With the final wave of water, I heard the girls scream. I didn't want to open my eyes, because surely this time, my cameras.....
*Sniff, snort* my poor little cameras!
Dh has no idea how lucky he was. Standing over me holding my camera bag, smiling. "You
okay?" He asked.
No, I'm not, but I am relieved that I won't need to kill YOU today.
As I got off that stupid person-drowning raft I leaned forward to step up to the dock and Em, who was behind me, pointed at my backside and loudly announced to everyone IN Florida "HEY, LOOK! You tucked your shirt into daddy's panties!"
Men's underwear are not designed for a woman's curves. The band slides up your hips and shows the world his fruit of the looms.
Often.
It is optional if you want to tuck your shirt into them.
Em is never allowed to be behind me again, EVER.
We got off the raft and everyone was thirsty, everyone except me, I had AGAIN forgotten rule one on swimming, shut your mouth. We stopped at the frozen lemonade stand and got ourselves some pink and yellow frozen torture devices.
Don't get these if your thirsty, you will end up with an ice-cream headache.
I ate mine too fast with that flat wooden stick thing that looks sort of spoon shaped. I was holding my forehead because of the sharp pain in my head and never saw her coming.
Commando Nikki did, she even gave me a sunburn slap to get me to move.
I was holding my head in my hand dealing with the sharp pain when suddenly the pain was re-located to the back of my ankle. The crazy stroller lady was in a BIG hurry. She of course, hit my right ankle, my primary holding me up ankle and I nearly SAT on her child. My arms went straight up in the air and that was the last time I saw my flat wooden stick thing that looks sort of spoon shaped.
"CAN YOU GET THE (insert very filthy word here) OUT OF MY WAY?" She bellowed at me.
Very un-disney like. I almost sat on your kid lady, and by the way, your a potty mouth.
In my best game show host voice I responded "Why, yes, yes I can as a matter of fact."
Trying to not let Commando Nikki know that she made have broken my ankle. I was really trying to make light of the situation, I wanted to smack the lady, but I don't want ugly memories for my kids. I can shake this off. I take a step to the side gently and let her and her WEAPON go by.
I think crazy stroller lady is friends with Mr. 'can't understand simple instructions' but I'm not completely sure.
Being green to stroller-pushing myself, I am willing to bet, THATS not how it done.
My ankle was really hurting and I was really mad. What was wrong with the people here?