Before I put our trip to Orlando to rest I want to touch on one small subject. Small probably isn’t the right word considering the topic at hand is just how BIG we are getting. We, as in, society. And big, as in, fat. Now I realize that I live a somewhat sheltered ‘weight life’ between working in Beverly Hills and living in Santa Monica. Vanity and health seem to dominate this region but I’m not immune to the fact that we definitely have a growing problem with obesity nationwide. I was horrified to see that the “Happiest Place in the World” also happened to be the fattest. Everywhere I looked I saw families feeding their overweight children mickey dogs and candy.
But I thought to myself, “hey at least they are outside and walking around to get some exercise.” And that’s when I noticed the scooters…
There were hundreds, I mean hundreds (just swarms, flocks, herds) of overweight people cruising around Disney on their Rascals. I don’t want to sound entirely terrible and insensitive, I do understand that some people for various health/handicap reasons NEED a rascal to get around. And for those people I applaud them for rascaling their way through Disney. BUT the other people who are too lazy to walk and therefore rent a rascal, shame on you!
Let me go back for a second. I wouldn’t actually care that much about the rascal crowds if it didn’t equate to the following;
While we stand in line in the hot sun for what seems like eternity, the rascal riders zoom past us to the front where they get out, park their scooters and get on the ride. It’s genius, pure genius. Hell I wanted a rascal after I discovered their trickery.
But I think we all know that Mickey and his friends would like to share a message to everyone, “please try to be healthy, for your children’s sake.”
The Under-Analyst 