A few years ago I flew to Miami with my friend Gary (happily married with kids now, one holiday with me will ‘straighten’ anyone out). We rented a big Harley Davidson Fat Boy for two weeks and drove around South Beach trying to look cool. We decided to drive up to Orlando for a few days to do the theme parks. So there we were, in the queue for Big Thunder Railroad at the Magic Kingdom when Gary tells me he just saw someone in the crowd who looked like my Mum. Before I could locate this looky-likey I heard a very familiar “ yooooo hoooooo!”. It was her. My Mother. With my Dad.
A few days after Gary and I had left the UK my Mum and Dad had packed their suitcases and gone to the travel agent and asked for a last minute deal to "anywhere hot and sunny" leaving that day from Newcastle airport. They ended up with a £99 fly-drive to Orlando. They had never been to the States before so had no idea about the size of the place so it was bizarre to hear my Mum say “we knew we’d bump into you somewhere in Florida”. She meant it too, as if we were in Brighton or Blackpool.
We spent the next few days with them and had a real good time. I won’t mention the time my Mum wet herself in Red Lobster because Gary made her laugh so much with Jokes about Saltines. Oh, I just did.