The Power of 3

Ahhhhh, Disney World.

Where magic happens and dreams come true. Where couples, families, and friends get together to celebrate all the happy things in the world.

I had spent the day wandering around Epcot (alone) enjoying the....ummm...festivites (ie, beers) of the various countries around the world. (I was alone, where I went for my honeymoon, just days after a breakup.....don't judge my drinking! LOL). I carefully avoided the rides in fear of the "SINGLE RIDER" call and being forced to stand with the only other "single riders" in the park. You know the ones. We have all seen them and laughed a little first and then felt bad for it and told ourselves we are bad people and are going to Hell and we pity the rider a little bit then we laugh a little more. I mean really, who wears lime green tights (with a matching bow the size of something Lady Gaga would put in her head), with the Disney shirt they bought that day, a kick ass plastic visor (hehe), 4 yes count them 4 huge Disney princess necklaces, an Eor backpack, and their camera around their neck? Unless you are 4 that is......not 40, 500lbs, and smell like garlic (to keep away all the bad spirits at Disney???). So ya, I did not want to be a "SINGLE RIDER" and be thought of as one of those. Call me vain, go ahead, I'll allow it just this once =)

Then I passed Soarin. Which if you are not familiar is a ride that makes you feel like you are flying (or so I have heard, last time I was there...hmmm, for my honeymoon, grrr....it was not there yet). So, I was dying to ride it. After some pacing and much consideration I sucked it up and went in. It was an 80 minute wait. YAY! 80 minutes of everyone around me going "Who is she with? Do you think she is alone? Who comes alone? How sad. Poor girl. She's adorable (hehe) I wonder why no one is with her?" As soon as I got in line I was next to this older couple who immediatly reminded me of my Grandparents just from watching them. It made me smile. 5 minutes in, a group of Asian girls came barrelling through (pretending not to speak English...bitches) and cut infront of about 40 people. The normal me...feisty and a little pissy at times, would have said something. But....I was in the company of "my grandparents" so I kept to myself. Then the woman spoke her first words to me, "How rude!" Ahhh, and we talked the rest of the 75 minute wait. They were a great couple!

We got up to the front of the line and I was about to prepare to say good-bye because they were splitting people off when my Disney magic happened. The your kid asked the older gentleman how many were in his party and without even thinking he responded "There are 3 of us." 3? Did he say 3? As in, himself, his wife....and, OMG, he included me!!!!!!!!!!! No hesitation at all. "There are 3 of us." I smiled my biggest smile and thanked him so much for including me (holding back my tears because at that moment I felt so magical......cliche, but whatev, its Disney so deal with it!). He just smiled back and said "We enjoy your company, of course you are coming on with us."

Moral here.....sometimes the "Single Rider" just needs someone to reach out and say "There are 3 of us." It just might make their day =)