Turns out,
Disney is Virgo, too.
In fact,
when I called to make our dinner reservations like the book suggested, I was
told (politely) that I was about three months too late.
Six months?! Who books dinner reservations six months in
advance?
“The smart
people,” answered Cailey, the Mousecation Specialist. “Most people, you know, when they call, they
go ahead and set up all their restaurant reservations right then. But even though it is super-close to now, I’ll
see what I can do for you.”
November is
apparently super-close to now.
I could hear
Cailey typing furiously at her magic keyboard.
Click-click-clickety.
“Let me
check here … hmm. You wanted to go to
Pluto’s Paradise Pavilion? Yes, looks
like I can definitely get you in there for dinner at 10:45 PM. Shall I book it?”
“Wait,
10:45?” I gasped, choking on popcorn. “At
night? On a Tuesday?!”
“Or if you’d
rather eat a little later, I also have an 11:15 PM slot still open,” she
replied cheerfully.
“I have
kids,” I whimpered. “So there is nothing
around 6 or 7, then?”
I thought I
heard suppressed giggles, but then Cailey calmly explained that it was just static
on the line.
“Maybe we
should focus on lunch reservations instead?” I offered wearily, picking stray popcorn
kernels off the pages of my useless Disney guide book.
“Sure!” she
chirped. “How about Daisy’s Dining
Adventure at 3:30 PM?”
“Cailey,” I
said as nicely as I could, “does 3:30 sound like an acceptable time for lunch
to you?”
“No, you’re
right … let me book you at 10:15 AM instead.”
More typing. Clickety-click.
“I’m sorry,
we can’t eat lunch that early.” I tried
hard not to let my frustration show. I
wanted to be that organized person that calls six months ahead instead of the
wannabe who calls only three months ahead and is still expecting to eat
something at a normal hour.
“Cailey, are
you telling me that I cannot eat at a normal hour when I get to Disney?”
“Ma’am,
no! That is not what I am saying at all. Sometimes people cancel. Or die.”
Silence.
“Well, what should
I do in case that does not happen?”
More typing. Clack.
Clickety. Click-click.
“I know!”
squealed Cailey. “I can change your entire
reservation! We will just move your stay
to another week.”
Why had I
not thought of this before? It was the perfect solution. If I just
booked the first week of December instead of November, I would not have this
problem.
“Okay,
Cailey. Let’s do it. Let’s change the whole reservation.” I felt immense gratitude to Cailey for
setting me straight.
“Ma’am, I
can get you in on March 30, of next year.
And then you can have dinner at 9:30 and lunch at 2.”
Or I can
just smuggle in some popcorn.
MOV
