Reminds me of a story: We were at the Grand Canyon (North Rim) years ago, and we had tickets to ride a little railroad train /attend a steak dinner with cowboy singing, etc. We arrived at the "train station" quite early and one other family was already waiting -- and a woman in a scooter (or was it a wheelchair?) was part of that family. We talked and agreed to share a table at the dinner -- they were very nice people.After a very busy day at Epcot, we headed to the AOA bus stop after park close. We were a party of 5 including my mom in a scooter. A bus must’ve just left because the AOA stop was totally empty. We got in the line for scooters/wheelchairs.
Minutes before the train was due, a travel group all wearing lanyards saying ELDERHOSTEL (a group for grandparents and grandchildren to travel together) came and stood in front of us. They were loud and rude, and they were MAKING SURE they got on the train first -- space was available for all of us; we'd bought tickets ahead of time. When they started pushing their way on, I used my teacher voice (which is pretty commanding, and even adults are shocked into OBEYING) and I told them -- and the driver -- that this woman in the wheelchair had been waiting more than half an hour, and they WOULD let her board the train first. The driver was no help -- he just sat there -- but the rude group kinda split in two and let her board. My family purposefully boarded last /rode the second train, but when we arrived, the family we'd met had a front row seat, and they'd saved space for us. The Elderhostel group continued their me-first, grabby-grabby behavior at the buffet.
Back home I wrote a letter to both the Grand Canyon administration and Elder Hostel describing the event and my astonishment that 1) people would act this way and 2) no one on the Grand Canyon staff said a word. Neither group answered me.
And I'll end up with a story about teacher voice, which -- seriously -- is kinda a super power. Once I was walking my little dog, and we'd walked a long way /down a street we don't usually frequent (we live in a huge neighborhood and were more than a mile from home). A big German Shepherd came running out at us, making his intentions clear: he was gonna eat my dog, then he was going to move on to me, and he was going to enjoy it. I couldn't get away from him, so I used my loudest, most commanding teacher voice, and I screamed, "STOP". I'm pretty sure the world stopped its rotation for just a moment and the space-time continuum slowed down, and the dog STOPPED IN HIS TRACKS, obviously confused about how to proceed. His people came out of the house and brought him in. I turned around and made my pup run a couple blocks, and I never took my little boy down that street again. I didn't want to see if I could do it twice.
That's a nice thing to do! I don't know that I'd spend the money for a pair of ears, but I'd like to bring small treats for kids in lines -- stickers maybe, given that many parents would be loathe to accept candy from a stranger. Okay, that's a goal now.For a nice story, one time in Epcot two women came up to us and gave my daughter a brand new pair of Minnie ears (the doughnut ones), tags still on. They said every trip they buy a pair and give to a kid to make them smile. It made her day, and it was so nice!
Some parents aren't well acquainted with the word NO. Others think hearing that awful word will damage their poor snowflake's self-esteem.What surprised me the most was when we were walking out I noticed they actually had a set of parents with them. Why was *I* the one to tell them to stop?? Maybe the parents thought it was "cute"?
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