Elderly Man: *puts his hand on my shoulder* “Can you tell an old marine where the smoking section is?”
Me: *explains*
Elderly Man: *looks me up and down with his hand still on my shoulder* “I’d say God bless you, but…if this was the old days you’d be blessing me.”
Me: “…oh my goodness.”
*once he’s out of earshot*
Amanda: “What was that about??”
Me: “…I think he said that if this was the old days he would bang me.”
Me: “Hi there! Party of three? Here’s your flight glasses, we’ll find a gate for y’all.”
Ten Year Old Boy: “Do they pay you to talk like that?”
Me: “…no. I just naturally talk like Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls.”
oh my god Josh just said I should have answered with “DO THEY PAY YOU TO WEAR THAT MASK? OH WAIT THAT’S YOUR FACE.”
That would have gone over real well, I’m sure.
“Hey, Caitlin, how’s the spaceport going?” LIKE THIS. #ohmylord
What do I do after eight hours giving tours into the movies? Why, clearly I need to go to space! #startours #nothingbutstartours #bringonthecaffeineyall #whatevenismyfacialexpression (at Star Tours: The Adventures Continue)
my coordinator snuck up behind me and started to tip me back in my chair and what comes out of my mouth?
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING I AM TRYING TO EAT MY FRUIT CUP”
“How was your day yesterday, Caitlin?”
“A lady walked into my hand while I was gesturing and my fingers went up her nose. So that pretty much sums it up.”
Dude. I bet nothing fazes you anymore.
I have encountered so much downright stupidity at Disney that now when weird things happen I’m just like “heh, I can’t wait to put this on tumblr…”
#tbt to those days when I was a teacher and directed The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and accidentally had to play the Centaur. It makes me miss my nerd herd.
my friend just accidentally called our math teacher “honey” and he replied “yes dear”
okay fun story time
when I was teaching my students learned that I would answer faster if they called for “mommy.”
so conversations would go like this:
student: “Ms. T?”
student: “Ms. T?”
student: “Ms. T?”
student: “Mommy?”
me: “yes, baby, what do you need?”
it was great.
It’s a classic.
So the gate agent was checking the cabin and whatnot, “pull on the yellow strap,” all that jazz, and a lady had her backpack on, and the gate agent was like “ma’am, your bag has to go under your seat.”
And the woman looked confused and horrified, and said “baby go under seat?”
And lo and behold, she take the backpack off and turns it around…
AND THERE IS A BABY.
Baby did not go under seat. Baby and mother were hastily escorted out for a rider swap.
But now it is a custom amongst us spaceport agents to yell “baby under seat?” at each other. It’s like our traditional greeting. To which the proper reply is “Ehhh, together, family!”
Happy 25th, Star Tours!! I have loved my past year and a half being part of the spaceport and I am so proud to be part of the Star Wars legacy. Here’s to 25 more years of launching into hyperspace! #flight1401 #88789 #howdowegetbacktoourstartoursterminal #startours #starwars (at Star Tours: The Adventures Continue)
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