Ok, so sometime around late March I'm going to... well I guess the term is "chaperone" a cadre of old women on a trip to WDW.
They're my grandmother's friends, you see, and me having realized she's not quite fluent in the language (at least not as much as she thinks she is...that's the problem) and neither are the others, I offered myself up to act as a buffer between her and all the poor "gringos" so they aren't forced to decipher what "Huer ees day huweincher antrans" means. I mean, it's not that bad, but I mean jeeeze sometimes it gets outta hand, and the worst thing is when they don't understand her she gets all old-lady It's My Party and I Cry if I Want To on their butts....
Well one of my main duties as chaperon is going to be the avoidance of what I've always noticed is my grandma's great Disney peeve: Jammin' on the ECV horn like she's Moses to part the sea of tourists for her little scooterin' vehicle.
It's always the same situation. She beeeeeps.....beeeeeeps.....beeeeeeps.... at some point she starts yelling "escuze mi".... and then it gets UGLY.
She's been known to run people over, much to my chagrin. And pain, since I've been on the receiving end of it more than once.
Well, that's all pretty much MY problem (I've devised a clever solution to it, which I call "The Old Lady Shepperd", where I line them up and clear a path with my calm, clear, level headed voice.
But what I wanted to ask tho is what about all the other old fa....err...I mean young women of a wise age... think about the whole ECV thing? Do you get the whole trying to get people to move out of your way problem? Especially since that damn horn is about as loud as a mute cricket.
...oh, and has anybody else been on the brunt of old lady road rage.
BTW, in case there's any victims of The Wrath of Gran, try to remember if you've ever faced down a large, angry latino lady with white hair sitting in an ECV.
You could probably recognize her. She looks EXACTLY like Ursula. No kidding.
They're my grandmother's friends, you see, and me having realized she's not quite fluent in the language (at least not as much as she thinks she is...that's the problem) and neither are the others, I offered myself up to act as a buffer between her and all the poor "gringos" so they aren't forced to decipher what "Huer ees day huweincher antrans" means. I mean, it's not that bad, but I mean jeeeze sometimes it gets outta hand, and the worst thing is when they don't understand her she gets all old-lady It's My Party and I Cry if I Want To on their butts....
Well one of my main duties as chaperon is going to be the avoidance of what I've always noticed is my grandma's great Disney peeve: Jammin' on the ECV horn like she's Moses to part the sea of tourists for her little scooterin' vehicle.
It's always the same situation. She beeeeeps.....beeeeeeps.....beeeeeeps.... at some point she starts yelling "escuze mi".... and then it gets UGLY.
She's been known to run people over, much to my chagrin. And pain, since I've been on the receiving end of it more than once.
Well, that's all pretty much MY problem (I've devised a clever solution to it, which I call "The Old Lady Shepperd", where I line them up and clear a path with my calm, clear, level headed voice.
But what I wanted to ask tho is what about all the other old fa....err...I mean young women of a wise age... think about the whole ECV thing? Do you get the whole trying to get people to move out of your way problem? Especially since that damn horn is about as loud as a mute cricket.
...oh, and has anybody else been on the brunt of old lady road rage.
BTW, in case there's any victims of The Wrath of Gran, try to remember if you've ever faced down a large, angry latino lady with white hair sitting in an ECV.
You could probably recognize her. She looks EXACTLY like Ursula. No kidding.
) but tell your grandma to warn her 2 times to not run beserk with that thing .. the 3rd time (strike out) take her out of the game (either the manual wheelchair option or no quality disney time anymore)