santadog
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I have had one experience that rubbed me the wrong way, and one experience that was just weird.....
The one that rubbed me the wrong way was last April -- it was my 5 year old daughters birthday, and we were doing the "Wishes Dessert Party". She was wearing a Belle dress, and wanted to go to the princesses in Toon Town to show Belle her dress. (Belle is her absolute favorite) So we went, and waited in line. As we got in the room, there was Aurora, Cinderella and Belle was last. Belle was with a group of special needs kids so we had Aurora and Cindy all to our selves for about 10 minutes, and they were great! the three of them had an impromptu tea party, and even played a little hide and seek! When Belle was free, and my daughter went up to her (we'd had breakfast at Askerhaus that morning) and said "I met you before" to which Belle replied "So have I" and that was the end of the meet and greet. She motioned for the next family in line. So I have about 20 pics on the Photopass of Cinderella and Aurora dancing and laughing with her, and ONE picture of her with Belle, and Belle isn't even smiling.
The weird experience was back in 1989, at Epcot. I was there on my honeymoon, and wearing a Winnie the Pooh shirt, kind of an Andy Warholish looking thing, with four identical pictures of Pooh, all colored differently.
I was getting a picture with Pooh, and he kept pointing at himself, and tapping the design on my shirt. I was saying "yes, that's you" he hooked his arm with mine, so I really couldn't get away without forcibly casting him off (which I didn't want to do, especially with kids watching). After a couple of minutes that seemed more like 10, someone who I can only refer to as a WDW Secret Service agent (black suit, Rayban's, earpiece) came up took me by my other arm, took out a note book and pencil, looks me in the eye and says "excuse me sir, but Pooh want's to know where you got your shirt".
The one that rubbed me the wrong way was last April -- it was my 5 year old daughters birthday, and we were doing the "Wishes Dessert Party". She was wearing a Belle dress, and wanted to go to the princesses in Toon Town to show Belle her dress. (Belle is her absolute favorite) So we went, and waited in line. As we got in the room, there was Aurora, Cinderella and Belle was last. Belle was with a group of special needs kids so we had Aurora and Cindy all to our selves for about 10 minutes, and they were great! the three of them had an impromptu tea party, and even played a little hide and seek! When Belle was free, and my daughter went up to her (we'd had breakfast at Askerhaus that morning) and said "I met you before" to which Belle replied "So have I" and that was the end of the meet and greet. She motioned for the next family in line. So I have about 20 pics on the Photopass of Cinderella and Aurora dancing and laughing with her, and ONE picture of her with Belle, and Belle isn't even smiling.
The weird experience was back in 1989, at Epcot. I was there on my honeymoon, and wearing a Winnie the Pooh shirt, kind of an Andy Warholish looking thing, with four identical pictures of Pooh, all colored differently.
I was getting a picture with Pooh, and he kept pointing at himself, and tapping the design on my shirt. I was saying "yes, that's you" he hooked his arm with mine, so I really couldn't get away without forcibly casting him off (which I didn't want to do, especially with kids watching). After a couple of minutes that seemed more like 10, someone who I can only refer to as a WDW Secret Service agent (black suit, Rayban's, earpiece) came up took me by my other arm, took out a note book and pencil, looks me in the eye and says "excuse me sir, but Pooh want's to know where you got your shirt".






She went out of her way to be cat-like - rubbing her head against people and even batting at a little girl's pen that had an ornament hanging from it. So for every unenthusiastic character (there have been a few), I've seen double the amount who truly seem to love their jobs.