The Food and Wine Festival is over! It went out with a bang... literally... as I stood among 60,000 guests in the World Showcase watching fireworks at 9:00 on Sunday evening. It was a crazy six weeks but I actually teared up during those last few moments. I had grown to love the 13-hour-shifts, the exotic smells every few steps, the drunken compliments, and the live concerts every night. The break rooms always filled with cooks, custodians, character assistants, and craftsmen comparing hours of sleep and hours worked that day. We all became one big team because, when a baby's diaper explodes on the sidewalk and an intoxicated woman is vomiting a few feet away, costumes and titles don't matter anymore. It was tough, it was long, but it was so memorable. And the next day we were back to 17,000 guests in the park. And holiday decorations :) The 80 foot Christmas tree, no I'm not exaggerating, the garlands, the wreaths, the poinsettias, the ornaments, the classic Christmas instrumental soundtrack, and the re-enactment stages are beautiful. It's just kind of a bummer when I have to experience them while sweating in 85 degree weather. It doesn't seem right...
I now have one favor to ask of everyone and one idea for a new invention to share.
The favor is whenever you are in public and you decide to drop your trash on the ground, do it obviously. I truly don't mind sweeping up trash - it's my job. I won't ever understand the difficulty of reaching a trash can, but it is difficult for some. The point when it becomes frustrating is when I have to reach my broom over and under and around tables and benches because you thought you were so sneaky in setting your soda cup out of the way. News flash: that was not cool. If you're going to litter, do it where I can see it and pick or sweep it up easily.
The new invention is adult strollers. You might say, don't they have wheelchairs and scooters for that? Let's compare. Do wheelchairs have sun covers? Padded, reclining seats? Food trays? Cup holders? Seat belts? No. Several times a day, I find myself watching a child passing by being pushed in a stroller and wonder why that can't be me. I know it may not look socially acceptable at first to see an adult in an adult-sized stroller, belted in, napping as his/her spouse pushes him/her around, but we have to start somewhere. You can make a difference. This is how. Jump into a stroller.
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