No Time To Say Hello Goodbye....

Okay, so this story is absolutely mortifying. But I figure I'm going to tell it anyway. Maybe someone else can learn from my insanity and I'm sort of hoping that in the retelling of it, I might help myself feel better. (Maybe one day I might even find it funny.) Yeah, right. So it was our third morning at Disneyland and we had early entry passes. Which by the way, I'm not quite sure what the purpose of those are, seems how there are still ELEVENTY thousand people there! Anyway the plan was to hit Space Mountain first cuz I hadn't been on it yet. Then high tail it out of Tomorrow Land because let's face it folks, according to my agenda we had already spent way too much time over there. My favorite place to be is Frontier Land. Splash Mountain, Thunder Mountain, right? Alrighty, so I'm booking it over there as fast as I can, to say the least. I start grabbing my kids that want to do Space Mountain with me. As I'm half running to get in line Mark starts talking to me about, who knows what? I mean seriously, couldn't he see that I was in a huge hurry? So I turn to talk to him while I'm still speed walking to get in line. Can you see where this is headed? It's about to get ugly. Bad things happen when you don't watch were you are going in a crowded place. I was on a collision course with a little girl in a stroller and her grandma. To say that I completely mowed them over would be an understatement. And I will never, till the day I die, forget the way that little girl looked at me. Like I was some kind of horrible monster. Then she started screaming her bloody head off. Not that I blame her. The poor little thing was totally traumatized, as was I. I have to say that I don't think I have ever felt so utterly remorseful in my live long life. So the moral of this story my friends, is that if you ever find yourself at Disneyland racing to Space Mountain, slow down! Are you insane? Take a deep breath. Ten extra minutes in line isn't going to kill you. But having to remember the look on a little girls face when you unexpectedly plow into her will haunt you for the rest of your natural born life. That said, would you believe that in all those throngs of people, we bumped into... wait, maybe "bumped into" isn't the best choice of words. We saw "you know who" at least 3 more time that day. Each time I wanted to crawl in a hole. I mean really. What are the odds on that? Bottom line? Lesson learned. No more "White Rabbit" behavior from little old me.