On Hold

What’s the longest amount of time you’ve spent in one session on hold? Until yesterday, my all time record was probably two hours. Then I made a call to make reservations at Disney World. I was on the phone for three hours. Granted, I was only on hold for about two hours, but those two hours were filled with snippets of Disney songs. It was almost like being stuck on the Small World ride, only the songs changed periodically, so I guess it was a step up.

Now, Disney regulars would ask, “Why didn’t you just make reservations on the Disney website?”

That’s a good question. I was tempted to use the website, but I hoped that by talking to an actual human I could figure out a more tailored package to suit my needs. And, as it turned out, I was right. And the Disney representatives were so darned cheerful that I almost forgot about the wait time and the annoying music. Almost. Hence the post.

In the end, the three hours were totally worth it, but dadgum it, now I can’t get the Indiana Jones theme song out of my head.

Dun duh duh duh, Dun da dun dun dun…

Peace, people!

What Do They Know That I Don’t?

There’s a trip to Disney World in my near future. I’m meeting my niece CB and her family in Orlando to join in on their fun for a couple of days. 

No matter how old and decrepit I get, Disney World will always be one of my favorite places on earth. When I’m too ancient to walk I hope they’ll just wheel me around the parks like a load of ripe cabbages. 

I’ve been to the Magic Kingdom and its satellite parks on more than one occasion, and the one thing I have yet to perfect is the carrying of money/tickets/lip gloss/sunscreen, etc. I need something that will allow me to stow all of the above without impeding my ability to spiral upside down multiple times on Rock ‘n’ Roller Coaster.

Someone suggested a fanny pack, that ridiculously non-glamorous fashion faux pas from the 80’s. So being the rabid fashionista I am, I immediately googled “cute fanny packs.” Surprisingly, there are some nifty designs, but this suggestion also came up in my search:

Attends? Really? Do they know something I don’t? Just in case, I sense a shopping trip in my future.

 Peace and continence, people.


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