-favorite!Elsa was there
-DimplesMcCuteface!Kristoff was there
-One of the skiers handed me one of his ski poles and we had a fencing duel.
-One of the skaters, as he breezed past me, was all like “You’re great on the Great Movie Ride! Loved your show!” and I died completely.
Enjoying a rare good hair day at #greatmovieride! But not a good smile day. Everyday is a Chandler-Bing-in-Photos kind of smile day. (at The Great Movie Ride)
shoutout to the 40 something mom in row two who snort-choke-laughed because I said Dick Powell.
So this guy and his wife scanned their fastpasses and then stood there blocking the entrance because they were waiting for the rest of their family. After five minutes I told them to either keep moving forward or step aside to wait for their family. The guy refuses, so I repeat it. He says “no, no, no” and holds up a “one minute” finger directly in my face. I repeat the request, and he starts yelling and tells me to shut up. I tell him “don’t tell me to shut up, sir, I am doing my job” and he continues to yell. I repeat both requests AGAIN and He finally moves forward in the line (I’m scanning fastpasses and people are trying to get past him through all of this) and then runs back in.
“What your name? Kate-leen?”
And at this point, I am ten kinds of Not Having It, so as he runs away I call “THAT IS NOT MY NAME, SIR. THAT IS NOT HOW YOU PRONOUNCE IT.”
Oops.
Very Loud Middle Aged Lady: “WOW. ONLY ONE OF THPSE SNOWFLAKES HAS BOOBS.”
My favorite Elsa (Perfect!Elsa winked at me during processional and I was just like “you’re wonderful OMG.”
Also it was CuteCheeks!Kristoff and he was strumming his guitar to the rhythm of the parade music and I was like you are perf.
Man: “What direction this ride?”
Me: (thinking) North? South? wtf I do not have a compass.
Me: (aloud) “It’s a slow moving tram ride.”
Man: “What direction this ride?”
Me: “…Slow?”
Man: “WHAT DIRECTION THIS RIDE?”
Me: “Well, this is the entrance, so you walk through the line, and then you get to the loading dock-”
Man: “HOW LONG THIS RIDE??”
Me: “Twenty-two minutes?”
*ten minutes later*
Me: “DURATION HE MEANT DURATION.”
Ugggh, I’m scheduled to work the Frozen processional every day for the next week and a half. It’s the worst. I’m usually stationed in the ATAS courtyard, which means I have to keep people from crossing the street during the show stop and they’re all like “BITCH I HAVE TO GO TO INDIANA JONES NOW…
Update: it was not DimplesMcCuteface!Kristoff, it was PreciousCheeks!Kristoff. But I saw all three of them getting on a pargo backstage and Elsa waved to me and I was like “thank you you are the best I love you.”
Lady: “Where’s the coop?”
Me: “The what?”
Lady: “The coop!”
*This continues.*
Me: “The…queue?”
Lady: “Yes!”
*A dad walks up with his whole family’s tickets stacked up. He scans the stack, moves the top one to the back, and scans again. It doesn’t work.*
Me: “Sir, you need to scan those one at a time.”
Man: “Oh, I am.”
Me: “No, you can’t scan them when they’re stacked up like that. You have to scan them one at a time.”
Man: “I know. I am.”
Me: “No, but sir…”
*This goes on for several minutes.*
The Metaphor Girl 