Okay, sadly, I thought of another personal example on my drive home from work. Why am I willing to share these embarrassing tidbits of my life with you all? Well, if you can't laugh at yourself, then......uh......you can have your pretend friends on the internet laugh at you. (I have actually met Joanna, but I made her pose with a Red Sox bear for my trip report, so I don't think that she considers me a pal.)
Anyhoo, I remember reading about Mission:Space in an article before it opened. The article stated that each rider would participate in the mission and affect its outcome. Within weeks I arrived at EPCOT and merrily headed toward Mission:Space for the interactive ride. I pressed the buttons dutifully when told to do so, and I pressed on the joystick at the end as though my life depended on the extended effort. Mission accomplished, right? My second time on this attraction, the kid sitting next to me was not in the mood to participate, and I realized that the whole thing was fake. The ride was preset, and I didn't really posses the ability to place the ship into hyper-sleep. Wa, wa, wa...
How old was I, you ask? Oh, right around forty. Yeah, I drive to WDW in a turnip truck, and I'm a loser dork.