Wow! It took me almost two weeks, but I've finally finished this thread!
I've been to WDW probably close to a dozen times or so over the years, but only two examples kept jumping into my head as I was reading these, here goes:
The first shocking moment I had was during a parade. It was a night parade at the MK (Spectro Magic?). My Mom and I were in the second 'row' of people standing near the end of Main Street. We could see pretty well, as the nice family in front of us were standing slightly staggered so that we could see between them. Right around the time the parade was nearing, I was slammed from behind by a stroller. I started to turn around, half expecting some kind of apology when, lo and behold, it happened again! Behind me was a couple and their toddler trying to RAM their way to the front of the line! They were speaking French (?) and dressed somewhat European (although they could have been French Canadian), and figured that they were entitled to be up front. Well, I'm just about average sized (5'6" and about 130#), but I'm also stubborn as h*ll and wasn't going to let these people through. They rammed me a few more times and I didn't budge. They huffed and puffed a few times and finally stopped... or so I thought. Once the parade started going through in full force, they would occasionally give me a shove, my punishment I suppose. (Actually, I did have a few bruises on the backs of my knees afterwards.) After a few 'punishment shoves' I finally managed to make contact with the wheel of the stroller with the heel my tennis shoe and acted as a brake for the stroller. Now, they couldn't continue to slam me. Well, this REALLY ticked them off and the woman decided she was going up front solo. Leaving her husband and child (who was now on his father's shoulders-- probably blocking everyone behind THEM) she weaseled her way around me and ended up between the people in front of us (separating their family). She (French lady) whipped out her camcorder (one of the ones with a light in front, which she would occasionally swing around and blind everyone) and taped the parade, occasionally yelling back over a few people to her husband.
Amazing rudeness!
The other story is more funny than shocking:
My Mom and I often go to character breakfasts for the buffet, not the characters. Every once in a while, we'll take a picture, but mainly we're there for the food rather than the photo op (plus, we don't have small kids, I'd rather watch the small kids around us with the characters than to keep them all to ourselves). We were at Chef Mickey's and had just sat down with our plates. We were starved and started to chow down. At that same time, Minnie came to our table. My Mom, in a joking way said, "Buzz off, Minnie. We're hungry!" Minnie started to give us the 'shocked' look and put her hand to her mouth. Then she kind of turned more towards us and flipped my Mom the bird! (Well, as much as you can flip it with only four fingers, let's just say it wasn't her pinkie, thumb, or pointer finger!) We were howling with laughter, Minnie giggled and ran off! Least we forget the chacters are mostly played by college students!