BubblPopElectrc
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I always find it unusual when people complain about walking. I always want to respond with "What'd you expect?
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Well I think the funny thing about saying they would just go to MK is that since it was the holidays there would be no way that MK would be any LESS crowded then Disney Studios (MGM).
I always find it unusual when people complain about walking. I always want to respond with "What'd you expect?"
I'm glad to know I'm not the only one. That "sting" hit me right on a rib bone and it hurt! I will still see the show and I didn't complain about it but it wasn't a pleasant feeling. Now I know to lean the other way next time.
I was in Fantasmic, and a guy behind me was complaining to his family that he didn't come all the way from England to wait 30 minutes for a show. I felt like turning around and ask him how long the wait was for Fantasmic in England. Some people are really impatient.
A few good ones:
Last July 4th: "The crowds are just insane! We'll come back at Christmas when there won't be anyone here!"
Then there was the guest who demanded to know where the MK exit was. After giving the guest directions, he said, "No, I know the entire park is on a giant turntable. I want to know where the exit is right now." No matter what we told him, he insisted he knew the "truth" and couldn't understand why we were "lying" to him. A manager was called, who also tried (unsuccessfully) to convince the guest that the park was not on a turntable. Finally, the manager threw up his hands and said "You know what, sir? You caught us. You're right, the park really *is* on a giant turntable. Right now, the exit is at the end of Main Street, USA. If you hurry you can make it before it moves."
My all-time favorite story involved a female guest who stormed into the Grand Floridian one night and, pointing at Seven Seas lagoon, demanded to know why Disney had chosen to flood the parking lot (!), and how would they be reimbursing her for her car?
You are describing my father, who was terminally self-absorbed. When we went to WDW in 1972 we didn't go on most of the rides because my father refused to wait in a line. (Yes, we did miss out on a lot of good stuff as kids. He also left every movie before the end because he refused to be in a line to get out.) I can laugh about it now (almost), but at the time going all the way to WDW and then being dragged past rides because my father refused to stand in line was pretty devastating.
I always find it unusual when people complain about walking. I always want to respond with "What'd you expect?"
in front of mission:space, i saw a man yelling at a cm because his sonwas not tall enough to ride. the cm was firm, and turned them away... the man proceeded to stand in front of the ride and scream at his SON for not being taller!! he yelled that he'd spent all this money to come, only to find that his kid couldn't ride. then his wife came over and started screaming back at him. the poor kid just sat on the ground. what a fun vacation, huh?![]()
My wife ran into a similar parent one time while using the restroom. She heard a mother YELL LOUDLY at her kid because she had to go poop. The mother said "Your father and I are spending thousand's of dollars on this trip and we have to take time to let you go poop. From now on you better make sure that you go at the hotel because we are not going to miss out on the rides so you can poop whenever you want!"
We felt so sorry for the little girl!
A few good ones:
Last July 4th: "The crowds are just insane! We'll come back at Christmas when there won't be anyone here!"
Then there was the guest who demanded to know where the MK exit was. After giving the guest directions, he said, "No, I know the entire park is on a giant turntable. I want to know where the exit is right now." No matter what we told him, he insisted he knew the "truth" and couldn't understand why we were "lying" to him. A manager was called, who also tried (unsuccessfully) to convince the guest that the park was not on a turntable. Finally, the manager threw up his hands and said "You know what, sir? You caught us. You're right, the park really *is* on a giant turntable. Right now, the exit is at the end of Main Street, USA. If you hurry you can make it before it moves."
My all-time favorite story involved a female guest who stormed into the Grand Floridian one night and, pointing at Seven Seas lagoon, demanded to know why Disney had chosen to flood the parking lot (!), and how would they be reimbursing her for her car?