Fist Fight

So, from what I've gathered, Disney World is supposed to be the happiest place on earth, right? Not the case. For the most part, the "Disney Experience" was pleasant as long as you don't factor in the bratty children who displayed ungratefulness or the numerous adults wearing Mickey Mouse ears. Despite all of this, there was a group of middle-aged women who decided that they apparently owned the park.

Let me explain...
We had just gotten in line for the "MGM Backlot Tour." It began with a water spectacle in which they used fire and special effects to create an air attack. We stood and watched as two teenage Disney employees explained to us how they create such a spectacle in the movies. Afterwards, we were directed to move along and board a tram for the remainder of the tour. As three lines merged into one, we heard a nasty voice yell out, "Who do you think you are? What kind of person steps in front of a wheelchair?" I turned to see who was screaming and noticed that it was a woman yelling at my sister and her husband. Craig turned around and replied, "I'm sorry...I would never do something like that intentionally."

His answer obviously didn't satisfy her. She continued to rant and rave and swear at the two. At this point, I couldn't stand by and not defend them. I explained to the woman, "Why would you talk to someone like that? They obviously didn't get in your way on purpose. When hundreds of people stand in a line, it is going to get crowded." To which she responded, "You are a B*#%@&!" I decided to ignore her and continued moving in line.

The woman sitting in the wheelchair was somewhat embarrassed by her friend's reaction, asking her to settle down. The three women were overweight, which is why I think the one was sitting in a wheelchair, the other one was using a cane. I was shocked that these women thought they could take us on.

As we proceeded toward the tram, I thought the feud had ended. The woman began ramming her friend's wheelchair into Craig's ankles and then Sarah's. They quietly moved aside, which then left my ankles as bait. The woman began to run the wheelchair into my ankles. After 3-4 hits, I turned around and asked/yelled, "Would you please stop ramming your wheelchair into my ankles?" At the same time, I grabbed hold of the wheelchair armrest to ensure that it wouldn't hit me from the front as well. At this point, Ms. Cheerful began shouting, "Let go of that wheelchair! You better let go or I'll call Security!" To which I asked, "Would you please call Security so that I can report you?" I really thought she was about to throw a punch at me.

The third woman (the one with the cane) eventually moved forward in line and placed herself between me and the wheelchair. As we continued on in line, my "buddy" continued to shout, "I'm reporting you! I'm going to kick your a$@!" I couldn't keep from laughing, but ignored her as much as I could. It all seemed surreal. When we finally had the chance to board the tram, I heard the woman complaining about me to one of the ride operators. They didn't seem to care at all. In the end, I looked back to see the woman in the wheelchair stand up and walk perfectly to the front of the ride. Perhaps she was healed miraculously?!?

Here is a photo of poor Craig's ankle. I'm keeping it as evidence should the Disney Police ever come knocking on my door....