AlexHockey
Earning My Ears
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- Oct 13, 2014
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Long time reader, frequent solo WDW traveler, first time poster. I am writing about an odd experience on a recent visit that I can't stop thinking about. I think everyone should enjoy solo trips to WDW if they want to, so my intention is more to discuss something very unusual that kind of bothered me, but shouldn't be a concern for most people.
I’ve been to WDW with friends and family many times, but I also enjoyed the place on my own. My work used to send me to Orlando on business every few years, and I’d take the opportunity to add a few solo days to my trip and enjoy the parks. (You can't be that close to the property and NOT go, right?)
In my new role, I don’t get to travel anymore, and I hadn’t been back to WDW for so long I decided to make a special 7-day trip for myself. For the most part, it was such a great experience. I even got to attend F&W for the first time. Toward the end, I converted to an annual pass, promising myself that I’d return at least once in 2015.
On my last afternoon, I decided to finish a day at the Magic Kingdom with a relaxing circle aboard the steam train. A woman and her daughter (around 7 or 8) boarded my row. I was checking my dinner reservation on my phone, and didn’t even notice them until I realized they were watching me, sitting as far away as possible. The mother kept glancing over, holding her daughter very tightly. She half-whispered, “stay close, that man is here by himself.” Now the girl was staring. I heard her very clearly.
I’m usually a friendly guy, but I was so surprised I decided to just ignore them. Then a cast member asked them to slide down the row to make room for more guests. The mother clutched her daughter, trading places, and the girl, taking her mother’s cue started to cling tightly, asking with some obvious distress, “why is that man alone?” “I don’t know, I don’t know,” the mother shook her head, as the train started moving. The whole time, I could not enjoy the view to the right, without catching them from the corner of my eye sneaking awkward glances and whispering. Even with her daughter on the other side, the other gripped her so tightly.
This unwarranted, fearful, and yes, rude, reaction was so surprising I decided not to say anything, though I really wanted to do so. Who knows what their issue was? As a solo traveler, most of the time I just blend in with everyone else. I was dressed unremarkably in shorts and a polo shirt, clean cut, wearing deodorant — but even if I was Quasimodo you don’t behave that way. What did they think I was going to do, on a moving train, in the middle of a theme park, surrounded by thousands of people?
I can’t help but think I had done something wrong, or that the mother had serious issues. I know lots of people fear being “that creepy guy.” And to be fair, that really just doesn’t happen in all my years visiting. I’m sure it wasn’t me… it was them… but the absurdity of it has stuck with me and taken away some of the magic of the trip. To be honest, even with an annual pass, I might not go back solo for a while and that makes me sad.
I’ve been to WDW with friends and family many times, but I also enjoyed the place on my own. My work used to send me to Orlando on business every few years, and I’d take the opportunity to add a few solo days to my trip and enjoy the parks. (You can't be that close to the property and NOT go, right?)
In my new role, I don’t get to travel anymore, and I hadn’t been back to WDW for so long I decided to make a special 7-day trip for myself. For the most part, it was such a great experience. I even got to attend F&W for the first time. Toward the end, I converted to an annual pass, promising myself that I’d return at least once in 2015.
On my last afternoon, I decided to finish a day at the Magic Kingdom with a relaxing circle aboard the steam train. A woman and her daughter (around 7 or 8) boarded my row. I was checking my dinner reservation on my phone, and didn’t even notice them until I realized they were watching me, sitting as far away as possible. The mother kept glancing over, holding her daughter very tightly. She half-whispered, “stay close, that man is here by himself.” Now the girl was staring. I heard her very clearly.
I’m usually a friendly guy, but I was so surprised I decided to just ignore them. Then a cast member asked them to slide down the row to make room for more guests. The mother clutched her daughter, trading places, and the girl, taking her mother’s cue started to cling tightly, asking with some obvious distress, “why is that man alone?” “I don’t know, I don’t know,” the mother shook her head, as the train started moving. The whole time, I could not enjoy the view to the right, without catching them from the corner of my eye sneaking awkward glances and whispering. Even with her daughter on the other side, the other gripped her so tightly.
This unwarranted, fearful, and yes, rude, reaction was so surprising I decided not to say anything, though I really wanted to do so. Who knows what their issue was? As a solo traveler, most of the time I just blend in with everyone else. I was dressed unremarkably in shorts and a polo shirt, clean cut, wearing deodorant — but even if I was Quasimodo you don’t behave that way. What did they think I was going to do, on a moving train, in the middle of a theme park, surrounded by thousands of people?
I can’t help but think I had done something wrong, or that the mother had serious issues. I know lots of people fear being “that creepy guy.” And to be fair, that really just doesn’t happen in all my years visiting. I’m sure it wasn’t me… it was them… but the absurdity of it has stuck with me and taken away some of the magic of the trip. To be honest, even with an annual pass, I might not go back solo for a while and that makes me sad.