Life is such a sweet insanity.

I've noticed this ever since our first Disney visit back in 1997. People from New Jersey are in a class of their own. I hate to generalize about the population of an entire state, but it can't be helped. From their very distinct accent to their wild fashion sense (nothing says "Pretty" like a leopard skin print on an 80 year old Grandma), these people are out to make their world their way or no way at all.

A woman was screaming, at the top of her lungs in that traditional New Jersey butchering of American English, at a Disney cast member at the Stitch ride at Tomorrowland because it was "exactly" like the Alien Exterrorestrial Adventure. In actuality, it's a redressing of the older ride and has been tamed down considerably to make it more family friendly. Why this upset her enough to make a cast member cower in the corner, I don't know. Perhaps it was the fumes from her Aqua Net.

Then we have Mrs. Fingernails, who loudly demanded (love the accent, hun) a table at one of the fully booked restaurants, because after all, she spent a lot of her hard earned money and she was promised decent service. Apparently she had never heard of a reservation before.

Then we have Mr. Hairpiece who couldn't believe there was no limo available to drive him from the Grand Floridian and why did he have to ride a monorail with everyone else?

I don't mean to degrade an entire state, but I guess it's because these Jersey folks only have Atlantic City as their claim to fame. They're not really New Yorkers (they like to fake it though), they don't really have Philadelphia to their credit (and have you seen Camden before?), so I guess they're apparently going to eek out their own niche in Americana by just being rude.

Next time I'm in Pennsylvania and see that "Next Exit In New Jersey" sign, I'm turning right.