Wow. It was week long of me abusing the word “really”. Family reunion. Only 20 people, but asked travel agent (last time I used a travel agent too) to block off the appropriate number of rooms on the ground floor due to my MIL, needing an ECV. “No problem” I got. Of all the buildings on property, there wasn’t one that had that ability. So my MIL, stubborn as a mule parked her ECV under the stairs every night, I believe there was an outlet close by to charge it and have everyone assist her up the steps. My kids, nieces and nephews, and random children on the walk way were almost run over daily by cast members with luggage or maintenance trams driving too fast. When we checked into our room, there was an odor. I traced it to the mini fridge leaking. The maintenance cast member proceeded to tell us it was because we had over filled it for too long. I said that we just arrived and we hadn’t put anything in it. The floor was wet and that’s what was causing the odor. I’m not a complainer, so I didn’t call about it until like the fourth day and explained to someone at the desk. I didn’t even it get the customary apology. It was just let me look into it and they never called back or anything.