Oh my god there are like five people on my vehicle wearing sunglasses wtf why.
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Of course my vehicle has a low battery horn.
And of course the reset button is right next to the “don’t ever touch this” button.
We’re going to play a game, kids, it’s called “close your eyes and hope for the best.”
The maintenance override button? Because I totally accidentally pressed that one in once when looking for the low battery silence button. Lolz.
Oh my god I came so close to pressing it. Like I literally was like “LET’S JUST TRY THIS” and I ended up pressing the right one.
The other option was the pilot light test button, which I feel would be pretty awful to pick too.
(dramatic reenactment.)
oh my GOD a maintenance guy left his coffee cup in the Casablanca scene IT IS JUST SITTING THERE OH MY GOD
Update: we had to wait until we were closed to go get it. I closed ADB, so I never saw if anyone came. OH MY GOD WHAT IF IT IS STILL THERE TOMORROW.
WHAT NO YOU’RE KIDDING
THERE WAS A COFFEE CUP. IT WAS “HIDDEN” BEHIND THE TRUNKS BEHIND INGRID AND BOGEY.
I DIED. I’M STILL DEAD.
I kind of hope it’s still there tomorrow.
Unrelated: I’m laughing because if any of your followers have never been to Disney World and they’re seeing the coffee cup post they’re probably really confused BUT NO THAT SHIT DOESN’T HAPPEN. EVER.
OH MY GOD THE COFFEE CUP
I WISH I COULD HAVE TAKEN A PICTURE
BECAUSE THERE IS A FUCKING COFFEE CUP
IN CASABLANCA
oh my GOD a maintenance guy left his coffee cup in the Casablanca scene IT IS JUST SITTING THERE OH MY GOD
Update: we had to wait until we were closed to go get it. I closed ADB, so I never saw if anyone came. OH MY GOD WHAT IF IT IS STILL THERE TOMORROW.
There’s a Jedi master at JTA that I haven’t seen before and he is ADORBSSSSS. It’s basically like if Kristoff became a Jedi master and I fell in love instantly.
I now refer to him as Jedi Kristoff. He joins the illustrious ranks of Jedi Pleakley, Jedi Wonderful Beard Man, Jedi Marian, Jedi Blonde Lady Who Hates Children, Jedi Actual Mace Windu, and Jedi McHeeeeeeey.
Thank the mighty hammer of Thor that they turned off Mr. Speak-n-Spell on Pixar Place, because nothing is more terrifying than walking through a silent empty theme park and suddenly hearing a booming robot voice yelling at you.
Erm.. “baby under seat” story? Do tell.
OKAY SO
This happened at Star Tours.
The gate agent was doing seatbelt checks. A lady had her backpack on. The agents asks her to take it off and put it under her seat.
The lady looks tremendously confused and says “baby under seat?”
She takes off the backpack and turns it around and LO AND BEHOLD there is a BABY in there. It was one of those backpack carrier things.
BUT THEN SHE STARTS TO PUT THE BABY UNDER THE SEAT.
The agent was like “NO NO BABY NO BABY UNDER SEAT” and got her out of there. I think she was still confused.
You went to a convention?? Was it Disney related?
SO OKAY HERE’S WHAT HAPPENED AT WORK LAST NIGHT.
The park closed at like 7:30 or so for normal guests. I go and park my ride vehicle, and then my coordinator is like “go to Streets of America and cheer for people on the red carpet.”
I was like “…okay.”
So I go down to Streets of America and spend the next half an hour clapping and cheering with a bunch of equally confused attractions cast members as nine buses full of people walk down the red carpet. In between buses we danced. Dances included the macarena, the pony, the hula, and some kind of 50s background singer shoop thing.
Turns out we were bought out by the biggest bank in Mexico. Okay, cool. Park buyouts happen periodically. But…they didn’t pay for any rides. None. THEY RENTED OUT A THEME PARK AND CHOSE NOT TO PAY FOR ANY RIDES. So literally they had a dance party on Streets of America for like two hours.
After approximately 904928 people had disembarked, we were sent to get ready for fireworks. We sent Serial Killer Mortimer (his name’s not really Mortimer, but we do call him Serial Killer *Name*, which is a story of its own) to get the keys to the illegal closet. He vanished. He was later found pooping. But we got the keys, we got the ropes and stanchions out of the illegal closet…and something bit me. Like literally there was some kind of insect hiding in the ropes that bit my finger and made it swell up like whoa. It wasn’t pleasant. I was sent inside to put ice and hydrocortisone on it.
Eventually I came back out to do fireworks crowd control, which basically meant I stood behind the rope making sure no one crossed into the fallout zone. But my hand was still ballooning, so I ended up doing the awkward princess elbow rest instead (again, another story). By then people were beginning to meander from Streets of America to the hat. So they started playing music, and I was like “cool, preshow entertainment.”
NO NOT COOL THEY LITERALLY PLAYED “WALK THIS WAY” BY AEROSMITH ON A CONSTANT LOOP FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES. IT NEVER ENDED.
And then finally they did fireworks, which were very nice and set to a medley of Disney music. And then the president (?) of the bank came up and spoke in Spanish for literally twenty minutes and the crowd kept cheering and we were all like “…we are not properly equipped to understand what’s happening.”
And once he was done the entire crowd vanished in literally three minutes. But they turned “Walk This Way” back on for eight more minutes.
That was my crazy night at work last night.
Also my finger still hurts.
a precious Disney moment
So this week has been chaotic (ask me about last night’s convention, oh my god) but this happened and I loved it.
I was walking out of GMR and passed the facepaint stand. A precious little boy about five years old was talking to his mom about what he wanted. “Mom, I want the snow queen!” (Which is basically a sparkly icy Elsa tiara painted across the forehead.
Mom said something I didn’t quite hear, and then walked up to Alex at the booth and said “we’d like the snow queen!”
It just made me so happy.
The Metaphor Girl 