Something borrowed…and other minor misadventures
To celebrate our 38th anniversary, Art and I decided to spend the weekend at Disney World. Art made hotel and Saturday night dinner reservations a couple of months ago. We were both busy all last week so we weren’t as ready to go as we usually are. After a flurry of last minute packing, we were on our way by about 4:30 Friday afternoon and, with cooperative traffic, made it to Disney in a little over an hour.
As we unpacked, we each realized that we had forgotten a few things…most were toiletries we could either do without or we could find replacements for them at the hotel sundry shop. However…as we were getting ready for dinner Saturday night, Art realized that he didn’t bring a tie. After some discussion about whether I said I already had a tie for him (I never said that!!), Art made (another!) trip to the hotel shop to see if he could find a tie. That didn’t work out so he decided to see whether he could “borrow” one from the hotel’s lost and found. After a few minutes’ search, the front desk attendant returned with what she said was the only tie in the lost and found. Fortunately it was fairly subdued and, while not exactly Art’s taste, worked OK with the blazer and slacks he was wearing.
Our dinner was a Disney “sweetheart dinner” at Artist’s Point at the Wilderness Lodge. As we were seated, the hostess gave each of us a dinner menu that had been personalized with our names—the only problem was that somehow Arthur had come out “Author,” so we had one more thing to laugh about during what was quickly becoming a memorable evening (though the maitre d’ did provide us with corrected menus before we left). The service was wonderful and everything we selected, from appetizer through entrée and dessert, was as good or better than we expected. There was a tiny bit of excitement while we ate when something started flying around the dining room. We never quite decided whether it was a bird or a bat but fortunately it never bothered any of the diners.
Later, when we returned to our room, we found that the hotel had left us an anniversary fruit basket. Though we weren’t hungry, we decided to open the basket to check out the goodies. It was a good thing we did because underneath the crackers, cheese, and chocolate, we discovered that the fruit was all moldy. So, Art set off to the front desk again to return his borrowed tie and to let them know the condition of the gift basket. Shortly after Art returned to our room, an apologetic staff member delivered a freshly made basket of apples, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, and grapes.
Sunday morning we discovered that the Friday night dinner we charged to our room was not on our hotel bill. The front desk attendant (fortunately a different one than those who helped Art with the tie or who dealt with the defective fruit basket!) tried to find the charge slip but couldn’t so it appears we may not be charged for that dinner after all.