Jackmonkey
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Although this is not my personal breakdown, it remains one of the the funniest things I have ever seen in my 43 years of living:
First to be fair, the closest I have come to "meltdown" in DL is when my DW spent 45 minutes getting ice-cream while I waited for a parade. I held it together, but all the while dreading the "disapeared at Disneyland" urban myth come true.
On my honeymoon, back in 1986, We were lucky enough to stay at the DLH. On the first morning of our trip into the park we boarded the Monorail, sharing the cabin with a family of people who were making the return part of a round trip back to Tommorowland. Mother and father, all smiles, and two happy children, with their faces pressed to the glass, taking in all the wonder of the trip.
As we left the Disneyland Hotel station, and began to travel over the then parking-lot, The mother told her children to try again to spot their car, and their eyes began scanning the rows of cars as we glided overhead. Suddenly one of the kids cried out with glee that he had found the family car, and both Mom and Dad looked out to confirm his findings.
The father began to congratulate the boy on his keen eyesight when suddenly he paused, shifting in his seat to get to get a better view. "<*creative use of the lord's name ommited*> YOU LEFT THE CAR DOOR OPEN!!!" he yelled. "I don't believe it!!!
He spent the rest of the trip going on about how how much time would now be wasted with having to go out to the lot and close the door while my new bride and I did our best impressions of invisible mimes (all the while biteing our lips nearly to the point of bleeding so as not to laugh).
The whole family was very near to openly weeping as the monorail pulled into Tommorowland, and that is where the wonderfull cast members worked yet another simple but meaningful miracle. The cast member helping us out of the cabin offered to call the parking lot security officers and have them shut the door. It seems the monorail pilot had informed the station attendants of the situation, and once again a little pixie dust saved the day.
First to be fair, the closest I have come to "meltdown" in DL is when my DW spent 45 minutes getting ice-cream while I waited for a parade. I held it together, but all the while dreading the "disapeared at Disneyland" urban myth come true.
On my honeymoon, back in 1986, We were lucky enough to stay at the DLH. On the first morning of our trip into the park we boarded the Monorail, sharing the cabin with a family of people who were making the return part of a round trip back to Tommorowland. Mother and father, all smiles, and two happy children, with their faces pressed to the glass, taking in all the wonder of the trip.
As we left the Disneyland Hotel station, and began to travel over the then parking-lot, The mother told her children to try again to spot their car, and their eyes began scanning the rows of cars as we glided overhead. Suddenly one of the kids cried out with glee that he had found the family car, and both Mom and Dad looked out to confirm his findings.
The father began to congratulate the boy on his keen eyesight when suddenly he paused, shifting in his seat to get to get a better view. "<*creative use of the lord's name ommited*> YOU LEFT THE CAR DOOR OPEN!!!" he yelled. "I don't believe it!!!
He spent the rest of the trip going on about how how much time would now be wasted with having to go out to the lot and close the door while my new bride and I did our best impressions of invisible mimes (all the while biteing our lips nearly to the point of bleeding so as not to laugh).
The whole family was very near to openly weeping as the monorail pulled into Tommorowland, and that is where the wonderfull cast members worked yet another simple but meaningful miracle. The cast member helping us out of the cabin offered to call the parking lot security officers and have them shut the door. It seems the monorail pilot had informed the station attendants of the situation, and once again a little pixie dust saved the day.
we are all human sharing our human sides on this thread and we sympothize and thank you for sharing. These meltdowns all come from a place of love. We just want to give our loved ones the best time and sometimes we break under the pressure we put on our selves. That is reasonable and can happen to anyone who is trying to hard to please, even at the most magical place on earth. The great thing about meltdowns at disney is that they have a chance to transform into something magical because of the locale and the fact that you are with the people you love the most. We can sometimes laugh at them later as we have done plenty on this thread, or we can learn from them. Whatever we do concerning them as I can attest to and as I have heard from others on this thread our vacations still are some of the greatest and most memorable times in our lives.
If I don't you can be sure I'll dig up this thread and post another Magical Meltdown!



) and she got even MORE vicious because she thought she wouldn't get to go on even though my husband was going to save our spots. A CM said "Is the little princess having a rough day?" I said "No, but her Mommy is!" I was in tears when we got on the ride and she was just fine. Funny thing is, it was my favorite ride!
It was our first married argument, and I cried, knowing that EVERYTHING FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE WAS RUINED! (As an aside, I'm no longer so dramatic about things, even when melting down--I've had a little more real life experience.) I don't remember how everything ended--we must have eaten somewhere, although it wasn't at the Living Seas, and we stayed married.

It was really hot for nighttime, and I have this condition in which, if I'm standing a long time, all my blood starts to run down to my feet and they start to swell. It was happening really badly that night. On top of that, I'd worn the worst sandals possible all week (that made marks on my feet that lasted at least a month) and my brother had been acting like a jerk all evening whenever I wanted to see something in the World Showcase. I ended up sitting and crying for a while in a dark corner in the America Pavilion. My dad took me around to look at the shops in Germany and Italy to try to cheer me up (and I think I did when I saw this gorgeous Mulan doll in Germany), and then we went back over to Future World. 
Just wanted to take the opportunity to wave at all of you from my oh-so-very-lofty perch of one who has yet to experience a magical meltdown & has perused several pages of yours, laughing, pointing, rolling eyes, shaking my head all-the-while.