Yeah, I've always seen or experienced at least one shockingly rude guest or CM incident a day whenever I've been at WDW. It's usually pretty easy to laugh them off afterward, except the ones that involve physical assault. The worst is when you're hurt or injured by a kid, and the parents just laugh and do absolutely nothing. Sometimes they don't even call the kid away from you, or worse, they get angry at you when you try to stop the kid. The worst incident was in 2011, watching Illuminations at EPCOT. A little girl kicked, punched, and elbowed her way through the crowd to get to where I was at the railing of the bridge. Then, she proceeded to climb up onto the footrest of my wheelchair and stand on my broken foot to watch the show. No parents to be seen. I screamed in pain, asked, begged and pleaded for her to get down. She just looked at me in shock, amazed that she might not be allowed to do whatever she felt like. Finally, I had to gently ease her off my foot when I could no longer stand the pain. All of a sudden, some adult appeared out of nowhere to scream and yell at me for being so mean to his daughter. Needless to say, I couldn't get though the crowds and out of the park quickly, so I was stuck there in agony for several hours, and had to stay in bed late the next day with an ice pack.
The next year, I was sitting on a bench in Liberty Square, and a little boy of about five came up, stood on the bench next to me, carefully placed his mouth next to my ear, cupped his hands, drew a deep breath, and shrieked at the highest possible pitch and volume I've ever heard. It was worse than standing next to a fire alarm. I literally fell off the bench, and I am *not* one of those people who throws around the word "literally" lightly. And it wasn't just one short burst - it was a long, sustained scream like a police siren. He kept it up even after I fell. His parents, sitting nearby, thought it was the funniest thing since the Three Stooges, and chattered to each other in some non-English language in between bouts of convulsive belly laughter. I'm not even sure what I cried out - I'm pretty sure it was variations on, "Stop," "please stop," and "please make him stop," but he just kept shrieking and they just kept laughing. Passers-by, including CM's, just looked the other way. I had been sitting on the bench because my arthritis was flaring up, so although I couldn't move quickly, I grabbed my cane and bag, pulled myself up, and hobbled away as best I could into the nearest building (Liberty Tree Tavern) and asked to sit down. I bought souvenir mugs before I left because I felt bad taking up space.
I guess I can't blame all those people for walking by - what are you going to do when it's someone's kid? These days, interfering is just a lawsuit waiting to happen.