I'm sorry to have to crash in on everybody's pity party going on here. I just don't understand. If you have a disability, whether visible or not, what are you doing in Disney World? You should be at home watching Wheel of Fortune. It's like a freakin' obstacle course every time we have to walk around, jump over, or step on these "poor, disabled" people. I'm sorry, but if you can't keep up with the flow of traffic, get off the road. I am trying to ride Space Mountain, buy a dole whip, and meet Tinkerbell, all in the next thirty minutes. If I don't succeed, you know who I will be blaming. I am not a medical professional, but I do work at a gas station convenience store. So, I think that qualifies me as a pretty good judge as to who is really crippled and who is faking. If it is determined by me that you are not handicapped, I will glare at you and say something not very nice. I did not come to the most magical place on Earth to create life long family memories that are to be cherished. No, I am here to be the
scooter police and cast a cloud over other people's days whenever possible. So, all of you bleeding heart liberals can feel so sorry for people who are disabled, but not me. They're mostly a bunch of fakers trying to get to the front of the line, or they are just too lazy to walk. Oh, and at the end of the day, don't expect me to politely allow you to board the bus ahead of me. Your scooters and wheel chairs can wait out in the rain. You take up way too much space on my buses.
The preceding has been a dramatization of numerous guests' attitudes toward the disabled. I believe both sides should have a voice. That said, who's up for a stoning?