So it's just about closing time and we are waiting to go on Ellen's Universe of Energy. The movie with Ellen, Einstein, that woman who was in the movie with Arnold Shwarzenegger, et al. has lasted longer than expected and I suddenly have to find a bathroom... badly. The fellow who tells you not to sit (when all anyone wants to do in that room is sit), is nearby and I ask him where the nearest bathroom is. Innoventions! Now how am I going to get there and back!
Not to worry. After everyone goes into the ride, he ushers me to a secret part of the wall which pulls back to reveal a control center. There, on many screens, are images of the ride, the outside of the ride, etc. There are about half a dozen people with headsets monitoring these screens and giving out orders to cast members about paper on the floor and the like. After being assured they would hold the ride for me, I am shown to a bathroom (which is quite clean), where I do my thing all the while suspicious that I am being watched.
After that, I figure they are going to use some sort of Men In Black routine on me, so closing my eyes (and forgetting for the moment that MIB is Universal, not Disney) I yell my thank you's and race back to the ride which is indeed waiting.
I wonder why Disney hasn't tried to erase my memory, but realize why when I find out that no one in my party believes my story about the secret room with the tv screens and the wall that pulls back.
But you do, don't you?
Don't you?
Not to worry. After everyone goes into the ride, he ushers me to a secret part of the wall which pulls back to reveal a control center. There, on many screens, are images of the ride, the outside of the ride, etc. There are about half a dozen people with headsets monitoring these screens and giving out orders to cast members about paper on the floor and the like. After being assured they would hold the ride for me, I am shown to a bathroom (which is quite clean), where I do my thing all the while suspicious that I am being watched.
After that, I figure they are going to use some sort of Men In Black routine on me, so closing my eyes (and forgetting for the moment that MIB is Universal, not Disney) I yell my thank you's and race back to the ride which is indeed waiting.
I wonder why Disney hasn't tried to erase my memory, but realize why when I find out that no one in my party believes my story about the secret room with the tv screens and the wall that pulls back.
But you do, don't you?
Don't you?