I mean at this point, It's not like the crowds are unexpected. By now they should know how many people to expect. They should really be able to pre-cook enough food in advance or hire enough people so the wait is not so bad. There is ALWAYS a huge line to order, and ALWAYS a huge group of people waiting for their food. ALWAYS, even pre-pandemic. It's so bad.
Hi. So, I’m thinking of using Turo, but I would like to understand the specifics of renting via Turo at MCO. Any hosts or prior guests willing to comment on the actual current process for getting/returning the car, etc?
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This happened in the winter of 2003 when my family was returning from a vacation. My wife (F41), Daughter (F6), and myself (M41) got to the airport, returning our rental, on a beautiful morning before 6 a.m. when our airline would be opening up their check in. I guided them in (they in their normal early A.M. semi-stupor- I am the only morning person in the family) and we waited at the desk- 1 suitcase each.
About 10 minutes later, a TSA supervisor (think a 30ish man who looks quite a lot like Maui from Moana in TSA uniform) arrives. He is another morning person so he and I strike up a cheerful conversation. About 5 minutes later, his junior agent (svelte woman in her mid-20s, grumpy/groggy with hand desperately clutching her coffee) arrives and gives him a grumpy grumpy grumpy good morning. We both grin at her, he returning the greeting, with that utterly aggravating cheerfulness that morning people reserve for non-morning people whom are already feeling martyred. She went and manned the X-ray machine, grumbling maledictions under her breath, and started her work and the supervisor and I went back to chatting. So the cast: Me=OP, TSA supervisor=Maui, Gal from TSA = Grumpy.
Grumpy ran my wife's suitcase through, but when she scanned my daughters, her eyes went very wide and with a voice cracking squeak yelled: "Check!!!"
Maui whirled and looked at her, seeing her frozen and staring. He turned to me with a raised eyebrow: "Any idea what that is about?"
OP: I shook my head, "No." A pause. "Internal motorized machinery in a toy?" I suggested tentatively.
With a no nonsense voice and determined expression, Maui: "No." Then he strode to her position. I was a stride behind him.
He opened the suitcase, reached in and pulled something out. In a voice of bemused and mild annoyance, Maui: "What is this?" He held up the Toypedo that he had pulled out.
I tilted my head down and let out a quasi-embarrassed laugh, OP: "I am so sorry, I forgot about that thing." Toypedos look like an 82mm mortar round made of heavy foam rubber. "That is called a Toypedo. It is a pool toy that when you throw it, goes in the direction the front is pointed when it hits the water."
Maui looked at the red and orange toy that he was holding, and a grin spread across his face. "I gotta get one of these for my six year old son." Grumpy started muttering.
OP: "Yeah, they are pretty cool."
Then he looked a touch embarrassed and shrugged, Maui: "Sorry, but I gotta do a ch
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