This boor didn't really affect me in any way, shape, or form, he was just a Super Grouch who clearly was NOT thrilled to be at Disney:
A friend and I decided to do the Halloween cruise a couple years ago for our birthdays (mine is September, hers is early October). We live in Florida, but in different parts of the state, and we decided why not meet and stay the night at a Disney resort the night before, and then take the
DCL bus to Port Canaveral. That morning, we woke up to go to the food court for breakfast, and opted to just grab it and take it back to the room to watch Disney Cartoons and relax before the bus picked us up. Breakfast in hand (like, plates of food, drinks, etc. - not exactly easy to carry, our hands were FULL), we walked to the elevator. A pinched-face, hurried little man was fairly close behind, and seemed extremely perturbed that he had to share an elevator with us. Rolled his eyes when he walked up to stand and wait near us, sighed loudly when we all entered and asked him please to hit the button for our floor, rolled his eyes at us again... we just sort of looked at each other like "Seriously..?" and let it go. He shot off the elevator at his floor and we BUSTED out laughing when the doors closed. What a freaking grouch, right? So sorry we inconvenienced you by sharing your elevator.
Later that morning, we entered the lobby to line up for the bus. Not too far behind, here comes Super Grouch with a woman... and
they. are. arguing! Like, under their breath, but you can tell they were both furious and they wouldn't look at each other, just kept mumbling at each other the whole time. Of course, we're
really trying to stifle our laughter, but it's hard. Especially when we see their big giant "JUST MARRIED!" buttons they're wearing.
Everyone boarded the bus, all is fine, we still catch glimpses of Mr. and Mrs. Super Grouch occasionally throughout the boarding process, but obviously, once we're on the ship we lose 'em. Hit up the adult pool, had a few pool drinks, horn blew for the safety drill. We make our way to the theater, and who should be walking down the aisle, STILL fussing at each other? The happy couple, Mr. and Mrs. Super Grouch! We started giggling, and in trying to be quiet, I snorted. Mr. Super Grouch whips around, makes eye contact with us, and rolls his eyes like "Oh, GREAT, these two morons."
We lost it. I mean,
LOST IT.
I'm talking the "I can't breathe, my face hurts, stop laughing people are looking" heehaws. Never saw him again the whole cruise. I can only assume he either hurled his grumpy self overboard and he was such a pill, no one missed him... or the Disney magic completely destroyed him.
It always makes me laugh to see miserable people on vacation. If you're not happy here, just go home and sit in a dark hole and be miserable by yourself. The rest of us are here to enjoy ourselves.