You Don’t Want To Eat Here
We walked from the hotel to a place for breakfast, but it was just a drive-thru, so we went with Plan B, Micky D’s. As we were almost done eating our Egg McMuffins we heard an employee shout, “We have a bus! We have a bus!” Sure enough, a stream of high school aged kids came piling in the door. A few just came in and sat (the ones with not much spending money), some headed for the restrooms (those with small bladders) and the majority of them got in line. They made a queue that was three wide that snaked all the way to the entrance door.
We finished up our stuff and cleared off the table figuring that it would be needed soon. As we were exiting the restaurant through the door on the other side, we were met by an older couple coming in. I looked at them and said, “You might want to find another place to eat, a bus just unloaded a big bunch of high school students on a field trip to Epcot.” The man replied, “I know, I just dropped them off. I’m the driver.”
