Fritz_and_Ernst said:This story is classic and we tell it to this day. We are walking through Liberty Square. We hear a commotion. In front of Columbia Harbor House is a family argueing. I am videotaping something, so I think what the heck this will be some good videotape. So the arguement turns a little violent. Picture these people are not small at all. The son is 13-15 and a easy 300. Mom is just as big. Just because it adds to the story, they are african american, so they are very passionite people, who tend to be loud. I am just skinny white guy taking it in. While most people are trying not to notice and walk by I am like action news guy going for an exclusive. Anyway she is nailing this kid in the face with open fists. He is saying stop mama, stop. He tries to get away by getting in the shrubs in front of the CHH, but mama's arms are too long and just nailing him. She sees me taping at this point and decides to turn the rage over to me. She walks towards me saying some explicits and asks what the (insert) you looking at honkey? This point in my life at Disney I feel a little sassy. I pretend not hear her. She asks if I am deaf, that's when I acknowledge her with, oh are you talking to me, I was videotaping this building for my memories when I get home. This is when we decide to bolt before it gets real ugly. By the time we are half way through Fantasyland we decide they couldn't have caught up with us anyway, but we were laughing hard.
So there you go, child abuse in a funny little story.
Christina said:Anyways, I thought that was pretty embarassing... another time I lost my bikini top in Typhoon Lagon... luckily I had a Nirvana shirt there, but still.
slappy magoo said:It was November of 1997. My (now-ex) wife and I are at MGM. We're waiting for the ol' Superstar Television show, where they'd have volunteers act out moments from TV shows. I have a baaaad habit of being silly in public and embarrassing whoever is with me, and the old ball and chain asked me...BEGGED me...to not make a scene. I promised, and intended to keep the promise...when a cast member literally pointed at me and said "Could you come up here for a second?" Thinking he literally needed help with something (after all I'ma big strapping lad) I get up ready to do some heavy lifting. He asks me to say "It's Tool Time!" in my best announcer voice, and apparently I did well, and I got the gig. I wound up being Al in the Home Improvement section of the show. I won't say I was good or bad, but I had another guest come up to me and complain that it was unfair they allowed a "ringer" to be Al instead of a guest like...you know...him. He assumed I was "the guy" that Disney hires to act like a guest and volunteer and show all the rubes how easy it is. And I guess he really REALLY wanted to be Al. I asked him why he didn't volunteer, and one of his kids said "He was peeing!"
That's right. The kid. The guy who was whining that he wasn't invited to play was married with children. Instead of acting like it wasn't a big deal to not be a part of the show, he decided to teach his children a valuable lesson of crying like a newborn with a bee sting if you don't get your way. The guy kept on me for not "letting" him be Al, which is SO unfair being that I obviously work for Disney, and this is a show for the guests. At this point, he's following me to Muppetvision. So I finally stop, turn around, and say, "You know, when the show is going on...you're not really ON television, you know that, right?" He's starting to shrink down, aware that maybe he made a mistake, maybe the guy walking through MGM with an increasingly unhappy wife heading towards another attraction isn't on the Disney payroll after all. And him starting to shrink away just starts making me angrier. I start to tell this guy Im' going to be wherever he is for the rest of the trip, and every ride he wants to ride, every restaurant where he wants to eat, everytime he's gotta take a leak, I'm gonna be there first, and he's gonna have to wait for me. By the time I'm done, his wife and kids are gonna assume they're mine. There's a pause, and then his more-vocal kid says... "OK."
Looking back, I feel bad because that kid must've been miserable with a dad like that, but the comic timing was perfect. Under my breath, I told him "Remember why you're here" and walked away. I saw them one more time that day and his kid shot me a smile and wave like "There's my new daddy!"
JKovach said:My girlfriend knows me...
WDW1971 said:So THAT'S why they closed that attraction...jealous guests! LOL I got to be on there twice on consecutive trips to WDW. I really wish it were still there.
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