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We had an experience with a bag checker at Epcot a few years back. It was one of those Septembers where FL was just getting hit with 'cane after 'cane -- and still recovering from the year before with many hurricanes. We did not report him, since stress levels were through the roof for all Floridians, but I do believe the guy behind us did.
What happened was he was not allowing anyone without bags/packs/strollers/wheelchairs to go around the line. DH carries the backpack and gets it checked, and usually I wait for him on the other side. When I started to go around the line (not through it, but through the area designated for folks with no bags), he started yelling at me, "Who do you think you are? Are you somebody special that you don't have to wait in line like all these others?" He was really, really loud, enough that the massive crowd behind me hushed. When I tried to explain I didn't have anything on me that needed to be checked, he really went off and got all red-faced, saying things like if I want to enter Epcot, I have to go through him. I'm a pretty quiet, non-confrontational person, was stressed over whether my own home was standing a couple hours away, figured he was either just a nut or a fellow stressed-out Floridian and just got back in the bag check line.
Well, a minute later, some massive -- think football player -- guy's mother or grandmother (she was a little old lady) did the same thing as me, attempted to go through the folks-with-no-bags entrance/area, and this guard started yelling at her, "Oh, we've got another special somebody in this group who thinks they're better than everyone else." The woman's son/grandson went ballistic, and they were both yelling at each other. It was definitely loud enough that other guards came over to see what was going on. By now, we're through the awful mess and having our pictures taken in front of the Epcot ball, but by the time we were finished, we took a look back, and the guard was gone, had been replaced, and the big man with his mother/grandmother were with several guards, over by that store where you can pick up your purchases, apparently making some type of statement.
This was probably one of our strangest Disney experiences.
What happened was he was not allowing anyone without bags/packs/strollers/wheelchairs to go around the line. DH carries the backpack and gets it checked, and usually I wait for him on the other side. When I started to go around the line (not through it, but through the area designated for folks with no bags), he started yelling at me, "Who do you think you are? Are you somebody special that you don't have to wait in line like all these others?" He was really, really loud, enough that the massive crowd behind me hushed. When I tried to explain I didn't have anything on me that needed to be checked, he really went off and got all red-faced, saying things like if I want to enter Epcot, I have to go through him. I'm a pretty quiet, non-confrontational person, was stressed over whether my own home was standing a couple hours away, figured he was either just a nut or a fellow stressed-out Floridian and just got back in the bag check line.
Well, a minute later, some massive -- think football player -- guy's mother or grandmother (she was a little old lady) did the same thing as me, attempted to go through the folks-with-no-bags entrance/area, and this guard started yelling at her, "Oh, we've got another special somebody in this group who thinks they're better than everyone else." The woman's son/grandson went ballistic, and they were both yelling at each other. It was definitely loud enough that other guards came over to see what was going on. By now, we're through the awful mess and having our pictures taken in front of the Epcot ball, but by the time we were finished, we took a look back, and the guard was gone, had been replaced, and the big man with his mother/grandmother were with several guards, over by that store where you can pick up your purchases, apparently making some type of statement.
This was probably one of our strangest Disney experiences.

They were watching and saw him purposely revving the engine. I was dead tired that day and hoped I didn't overstep my boundaries with what I did. Both shift leaders came up to me and patted my back and said good job. Worse has happened on the Night of Joy, they teased me and told me I had it easy.

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