Our worst trip was in Oct 2002. We were in Epcot and it just started to rain, we ran under the canopy outside the restaurant in France. As soon as we got under my husbands phone rang. It was his sister telling us their Grandmother died. My F-I-L told us to stay because we wouldn;t get back in time for the funeral. We drove down from NJ and it would have taken us a least a day and half to get home. We had myson, Mom, neice and nephew with us. It was awkward.