When we visited TV last month, we were very impressed by how friendly everyone was to us. My husband tends to attract friendly people. He is friendly personified. Then one day he made a wrong turn on a cart path and a gentleman u-turned, pulled him over and gave him a piece of his mind. We have never, ever encountered such hostility from a stranger. John apologized for not knowing his way around the paths and we drove away as quickly as our cart would move. A few blocks later we stopped in a parking lot to regroup and shake off the verbal attack. The same gentleman approached us. Our initial reaction was fear. What would he do now? He then acted like he didn't recognize us, was extremely helpful with directions, and wished us a good day. We concluded it was age or medicine related. It was a reminder to both of us to have a bit more tolerance. One day it might be us. And I can get cranky even when I'm feeling well. That being said, I know that when I move to TV, I should expect something similar to happen again. I guess it's the price we pay to live in TV. After all, paradise is what you make it, but no one should expect Disney World every day.
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