Well, once I checked in late at night and the computers were down so they couldn't give me room keys or put me in the system...
oh, wait -- that was someone else.
There was the time I was in Epcot and some guy hit me in the nose...
No, no -- that was someone else, too.
Aha! There was the time DS and I were going to use his FA bennies to fly down, and we found out as we were leaving for the airport at 3 in the morning that the flights had booked up overnight, so we hopped into the 16-year-old two-seater mini-van and drove 956 miles straight through for 17 hours so we could be there for our next-morning planned visit to Epcot for the F&WF...
Yeah. That was us.