As Marlon Brando once said: "the horror... the horror."
It all began innocently enough in the line for the Haunted Mansion at
Disneyland. There was this short skinny woman with her short and skinny son about 8 people ahead of DW and me in line. Judging from their extreem accent they seemed to be from Kentucky or (not to offend) some hill-billy town nearby. I was tempted to say New Jersey, but those folks have suffered enough at the hands of this board. Heheheh.
Well I've got no beef with Kentucky, as my sister was born there. But suddenly this woman breaks wind loud and long. Then she looks around to see if anyone heard her. About 35 thousand people did, but we all pretended nothing had happened. Just trying to be polite. Well, her outgassing wasn't just loud, it stank horribly, like dead things and worse. Unknown to us at the time, this "blowing of the horn" was just the beginning of our suffering.
Soon we were in the Mansion itself. The door closed to the stretching room and BAM she lets loose again. Trapped like rats we had no escape from her gas. This time the stench was even worse. After an eternity of holding my breath the doors finally open to fresh air. As the woman and her kid walk past the paintings, she let loose again so our respit from the torment was short lived.
Finally we were seated in our Doom buggies and were thinking we were finally free of our outgassing companion. Though she was 3 buggies ahead of us she passed gas non-stop through the entire ride, defiling every room, every scene-even the graveyard wasn't large enough to dissipate the concentrated vile stench. All the time I'm wondering how such a small body could hold so much gas and what sort of person could produce such potent and terrible odors that could fill an entire attraction.
Poor DW was covering her face and having dry heaves, while I was just limp, nauseous and practically semicouncious from the airborne poisons.
Finally the ride was over and DW & I staggered from our doom buggy out onto the moving walkway. Our classy fellow rider left another "air mine" as she and her sone ran up the rubber escalator leading out of the attraction.
I have never been so shocked, so sickened and so nauseated by anything else at Disney. This even beat the stripper we saw trying to pose topless on the drawbridge into Sleeping Beauty's castle. The horror... the horror....