So, what inspired me to write? Well, someone genuinely surprised me. And by surprise, I don't mean throwing me an impromptu celebration to mark me getting another year older, or that I was the Publisher's Clearing House winner of secret fortunes that await me. No, it was something a bit simpler than that.
Rachel, Jon, Abby & I decided, perhaps unwisely, to brave the throngs of muggles that also chose to go to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter last Friday. Clearly, we were nuts and it was okay because Universal was filled with nuts all around. So we fit in. Rachel went through the epitome of security that is the bag check line and I, not having any bags but the ones under my eyes, opted for the no bag line. While I was doing so, I chose the polite route and allowed a lady and her children to go in front of Jon & I. What I didn't expect was to have two guys barge in behind them and right in front of us. Now, I don't know their names but internally, I named them Mr. Clean and Little Mr. Clean as they were both shaved bald and had similar Mr. Clean-like builds. My first, and altogether childish I admit, reaction was to shove the buggy Jon was riding in forward quickly which, in turn, led to me clipping Mr. Clean and leaving him with an altogether uncomfortable feeling around his ankles. Not my finest moment, to be sure, and Clean and I exchanged looks not quite unlike Clint Eastwood, Eli Wallach and Lee Van Cleef would have done in a Sergio Leone spaghetti western (whichever one, you pick!). Some under one's breath comments were made and the line kept moving.
Now, one of my least favorite things to do is allow something or someone like this to control me in the manner that it did. And control me, it did! It set off my morning to a pretty bad start. This, along with the wandering all about just to get in line to get to the WWoHP part of the theme park, just annoyed me to near Patrick Bateman levels of hysteria.
So we wait in our first queue, then get into our next queue for the Hogwart's ride (not too bad of a wait at 45 minutes) when whom do we see in the same line? Why it's Clean and Little Clean. Again we went with the looks. No comments at all--others in line, had they paid attention, may have wondered why we held looks at one another for so long. At some point, we pass side by side one another and Clean leans in closer to me and starts to speak. In my mind, I'm trying to run through different scenarios--as I am wont to do. While doing so, I'm only partially processing what Clean is saying to me. He looked at me again and said, "Hey man, I just wanted to apologize for how I acted and what I said earlier today."
Honestly, I just stood there with a big DUUUURRR look on my face. The line proceeded forward and we met up, again. At that point, I leaned in towards him and apologized for clipping him with a buggy. We shook hands and that was that.
That was pretty classy, in my opinion, for him to do that. We could have both gone the rest of the day stewing about it. Now, I won't lie and say that the goblins at the bank made a mistake and threw a good amount of Harry's fortune our way--and Butterbeer was nigh impossible to try and get (as were the wands)--but that small gesture did help change the tone of the day. So, for that, I would like to thank whomever it is that I've been calling Clean. He's alright, that guy.
We were disappointed to find out that we missed the cast of HP at The Cheesecake Factory by a week--kind of bummed about that, but c'est la vie.
Oh, and when the guy spoke, he sounded not quite unlike Vin Diesel--honest!