We just got back from a week at Disney World. We went with my sister’s family (mom, dad, 5 year old niece, 2 year old nephew), my sister’s mother-in-law, my sister’s sister-in-law, and my mom. Everyone but Tom, Lydia, and I flew. We drove. Why? Because I didn’t want to deal with airport security with an infant and then didn’t want an infant meltdown on a plane. Also, in order to go on vacation with an infant, you have to bring half your house.
So, we drove. We split the conservatively estimated 9.5 hour trip in to a two day trip. I know everyone knows this but it really is interesting how much easier it is to get somewhere than to come back in terms of enthusiasm. You go from “WOO HOOOO! On our way to the best place ever to have the best time ever! A couple of days of driving is nothing compared to the nice real-world-problem-free time we’re about to have” to “Why there gotta be so much fucking land between here and home? Fuck land.” But we made it there and back easily, with only one true infant meltdown, so I consider that a success.
We decided to stay at one of the nicer hotels on property (Polynesian), mainly because the monorail provides people a way to get from one place to another without having to fold the damn stroller. This meant there’s aggressively helpful bell services, which meant tipping. I’m not a fancy person. I know this shocks most of you. But, every time I have to do it, which is rarely, I astonish myself with how utterly bad I am at tipping people in person. I can sign a receipt at a restaurant, easy, but literally having to hand someone money in a suave, subtle way is not something I’m capable of, apparently. Have you seen the Seinfeld where Elaine tries to tip a restaurant host to get a table right away (it’s the Chinese Restaurant episode)? I’m only slightly less bad than that. I hold the money as if it’s a magic wand, kind of jerk it up and down and brightly declare, in a sing-songy manner, “HERE YOU GO!” Which is only a little better than the approach I’m trying hard to suppress: awkwardly laughing, “HA HA HA!” then yelling, “MONEY!” But I do know that Tipping Anxiety is suffered by many and I console myself that I’m not the only one.
Another realization has to do with the previously mentioned strollers. A stroller provides you with a power you must fight against at all times. A stroller can make the meekest, most polite people monsters. I’m surprised that a comic book supervillain hasn’t been created whose weapon is a stroller and a place he or she needs to be. If you are the one with the stroller you are a sad, suffering human trying to maneuver through the throngs with your equally suffering children. If someone else has a stroller, what an asshole. You must resist the urge to ever so gently plow people over with the stroller, and it’s really hard because here you are with this thing that can totally plow people over.
Speaking of strollers, if you’ve been to Disney World, no doubt you’ve noticed the large number of people on scooters. You don’t have to have any kind of ailment or anything to use one of these things, just some money to rent one. At the beginning of the trip, I look at many of these people and scoff, thinking how silly and lazy it is to have one of these scooters. But mid-week I’m contemplating scooter jacking. There’s a seat! And a basket for your things! And you just scoot around in it and don’t have to move your legs! These people I previously looked down on have become the geniuses of our time in my mind. My sister and I came very close to trying to sit in the strollers ourselves. She even wished that there were strollers big enough for adults and then realized, “oh, wait those are called wheelchairs.” I don’t think anyone caught me, but if someone on a scooter looked at me at the right/wrong time they would see me staring at them as if I were starving and they were a hamburger.
Now we’re home and I’m back to spending much of my time on my butt on a couch. Which I suppose gives me the opportunity to intensely study the art of giving a tip, but knowing me I won’t do that and just panic again like always.
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I have the same issues with tipping someone in person. I have to travel often for work and anytime I have to hand someone a tip I’m either afraid I’m insulting them by not tipping enough or I’m insulting them by implying I’m better than them because I’m giving them money. There’s just no winning.
Yes! Exactly. Just this constant “they know I don’t know what I’m doing!” feeling.
Holy hell. I can’t imagine driving that far and then exploring Disney anything on my own, much less with an infant. MOTHER OF THE YEAR!
But as for tipping, shocker I know, but I’m the same exact way. When I travel for work you have to tip all the hotel people and I try and be all slick, keeping the bill(s) all bunched up and covertly slipping it into their hand as they open the door or whatever. I just never look back to see if they’re checking how much it is. Too much? Too little? TOO MANY QUESTIONS!
I worry if I “hide” it in my palm for too long it will get sweaty from my panic sweat.
I feel ya. I got my haircut yesterday at an actual hair place (I’m fancy!) instead of my usual “salon,” better known as my bathroom sink. I was trembling inside the entire time not at the large amount of hair being detached from my head but because I knew we were getting closer and closer to Tip Time. Shudder. Do I leave a random amount of cash on the table? Run back after paying up front so I have some frame of reference for a percentage? Scream, throw money in the air and just run out? I don’t know! So I was thrilled when I paid and they handed me an ipad to sign and there at the top were three percentage tip options I could choose in big easy to poke blocks. I just stabbed the middle one with my finger and all was resolved. Awesome! Best Haircut Place Ever.
That’s perfect. I wish everything was like that. And congrats on your non-home haircut!
Eons ago, I went to Florida to take care of my grandmother, who had broken her arm. Towards the end of my trip, we all went to Disney World as sort of a little reward for me.
My grandmother ended up using one of those little scooters to keep people from bumping into her arm. We all thought it was hilarious that, whenever she had it in reverse, it made that beep beep noise that trucks make.
Ha! I didn’t see/hear any backing up. If I had one that’s the only direction I’d go.
When we went to Disney last year, we had a 4 (almost 5) year old and 7 year old. We rented a double stroller for them every single day. At home, they had been out of strollers for a while, but every day we were pushing their tired butts from ride to ride by about mid-day. At times, I really wanted to squeeze in there with them, and on the last day, waiting in line for the last character signing (Jasmine & Aladdin, duh), I sat my butt right down on it as we were waiting. No shame!
Those rental ones DO seem sturdy enough for adults…
We’ve done two trips to Disney with kids, with and without strollers. The last time I ended up in the Disney hospital for three days while my husband took the kids around by himself. I won Disney.
You really don’t have much luck with theme parks. I seem to remember you overheating because of Harry Potter World or something, too.
Our stroller is sitting unused as of yet. It’s collecting things I need to return to stores. Don’t worry…I won’t be returning the baby once I put her in it. Now that she’s out, there’s no way she’s going back in.
We had THREE stollers in our hotel room – the Snap N Go, our personal outward facing stroller, and the rented double stroller. I’m surprised Tom and I even fit in the room.
Now that you’re home and relaxed, look into slapping some wheels and a motor on that couch.
Suck it, scooter people! 😉