2009: I See Dead People

Bruce Willis once met a young boy who could see dead people. It wasn't until the end of the movie that Bruce realized his strong relationship with
the boy was due to his very own unfortunate condition of being dead.

After realizing I was lost from my family in the middle of the night at Magic Kingdom, I checked my cell phone and found I had missed three calls
from my wife. I called her back. "Where are you?" She asked.

"Oh, its a funny story... You won't believe it... Where are you?"

"We are outside the gate waiting for a bus to take us back to the resort."

I met back up with the family. I thought they would be glad to see me and
relived I was OK. Instead, they were upset and convinced I abandoned them for a pile of giant cheeseburgers.

We arrived back at the resort near 4 am, and it wasn't much later before we were all asleep.

When Mickey Mouse decided we were coming to Disney, the plan was to ride along with our friends, the Gordon's. Jim Gordon is a hobby car
mechanic. The thinking was if our van broke down, he could repair it. But through a calamity of problems, the Gordon's stretched 4 hours and then
8 hours in front of us on the journey to Florida until they were too far ahead to help when we became stranded in North Carolina.

Back at the resort, as I drifted asleep (again) after our first day at Disney, the phone seemed to immediately ring. Actually, I had been asleep for
an entire 3 hours but it felt like a blink.

Linda answered the phone. It was the Gordon's in the room next door. Jim was offering to look at the van's problems - and that was an offer I
couldn't refuse no matter how much sleep I had!

Jim knew right where the van's two bad coils were, so we headed to the parts store in his car. The return trip, except for getting lost and driving
around the Disney complex for an hour (we weren't going to stop for directions!), was uneventful.

With new coils in the van, we hit the parks and had several wonderful days. Perhaps it was just me, though, I couldn't help but notice how many ill
people there were. A little girl throwing up here, a boy barfing in the men’s room, a pile of barf on the sidewalk being trampled on by hundreds of
people. I was impressed with one lady: she was giving a child a piggy back ride and without missing a step in her stride, barfed on the sidewalk
and kept walking!

I learned two very important lessons: First, we spray Lysol on the bottom of our shoes every day when we return to our room; and Second, I
question every wet spot I see on the ground - especially if the wet spot has corn in it.

After seeing all these sick people, it became no surprise when it hit my wife right after a wonderful dinner at the Rain Forest Cafe. And then hit my
daughter in the middle of the night.

My wife and daughter were sick in bed most of the day. As the afternoon slipped away, Linda wanted to go to Hollywood Studios to see the
fireworks at the end of the night. We were standing in a massive line - ten abreast and the line stretch front words and backwards as far as the eye
could see. We were sandwich in tight! Suddenly, my daughter says "I am going to be sick!" And then barfed on everyone's shoes.

It took the entire movie of During the Sixth Sense for Bruce Willis to determine that he too was dead. Now I wonder if I too was sick?
Oh no! I don't like where this is going....

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Holiday Ro oh oh oh oh oh oh oad!"