Okay, I'm here. I've got a few stories from me, my kid brother, and my mom. I would've posted yesterday, but my brother kicked me off the laptop (which is why I'm using some of his stories as well). Okay now:
One night my family was at the Comedy Warehouse at Pleasure Island. They started taking suggestions of emotions for one of their skits. You know, they try to act out a story but every now and then someone shouts an emotion and the story has to change to involve that. Well, my mom shouted "itchy". Not only is that not really an emotion, one of the actors misheard her and instead heard the word b_____.
Once we were at Typhoon Lagoon and I headed for the restroom. They do not have those rooms marked good enough. Guess where I, a teenage male, went in. The girls' room. I did my business without realizing and then casually walked out, not suspecting anything. I only realized what happened when I walked past a woman washing her hands. I somehow glanced into the mirror and saw a very shocked face glaring at me. My mom's face.
About two years ago we were at the Not So Scary Halloween Party. My family was all in homemade costumes. I was dressed up as a Big Thunder Mountain miner. Kid brother Brandon came as Indiana Jones (just like every other Halloween for about seven years). Mom and Dad came as a butler and maid from the Haunted Mansion. Only, since we knew it would be warm, Mom's and Dad's costumes were slightly altered. Dad's had short sleeves and short pants. Mom's had a VERY short skirt and bare shoulders. It was a rather revealing costume. (Brandon and I had spent a long time trying to convince her to make the costume longer, but with no luck). So we went up to the Haunted Mansion, and just for fun, Mom asked one of the butlers how Dad's costume looks. He said something to the effect of "He doesn't look quite right, but I think you look very good."
That same night (earlier, I think) we went on the Jungle Cruise. Well, Brandon's costume tends to stick out, because it happens to be a very, very good costume. So the ride seemed to be going as normal, until we reach the temple, when the skipper looked right into Brandon's eyes and says: "Snakes. Why did it have to be snakes." Everyone started laughing hysterically.
Another occasion, we're just normally in the Magic Kingdom on a normal day. Brandon was wearing his Indy hat to keep the sun out of his eyes. We were walking towards Space Mountain when Push happened to "see" Brandon and shouted "Hey look! It's little Indy!" and loudly started humming the Indiana Jones theme tune. We still talk about that one.
Once I was sitting outside the Conservation Station doing math homework. Brandon is inside watching the veteranary procedures (he always loves watching that). So I was working on a few graphs and Push came up to me and says, "Hey cool! Are you drawing things? Can you draw a picture of me?" And everyone started staring at me. Push says "Hey, draw a picture of me and I'll sign it!" So I started drawing, half out of embarrassment and half just to see exactly what Push means by signing it. Well, I'm an okay drawer, and I finished soon enough, and showed it to Push. He said he likes it, and told me to put it on the ground. He rolled over it and created a small tire track in the corner of the paper. And he let me keep it. For about three years the same drawing was hanging on my bulletin board before I moved it to my keepsake box to make room for other stuff. Although it was kinda embarrassing, in the end it turned out to be a great souvenier.
Now here's the big one.
For a couple of years Brandon had been trying very hard to get me back on the Tower of Terror. I had already been on it twice and hated it both times, and that was back when it only dropped once. So he actually managed to get me in line, and I seem to be okay with it. Then, somehow, the preshow sorta freaked me out. I started getting more and more scared. Just as the bellhop asked him how many people, I lost it. I started begging him to let me go, and saying I don't want to do this anymore, and... and this is the best part....
I START CHICKEN DANCING.
In the middle of the line, I went, "No, I'm a chicken, buck buck buck-AWK", and EVERYONE in the boiler room, including all the bellhops, started laughing hysterically. I managed to hitch a ride on the express elevator with a couple of laughing-so-hard-they-are-crying bellhops. I still don't know who came out worse, me or Brandon.
P.S. As a side note, I did manage to actually go on Tower of Terror before that trip ended, and the photo was so hilarious that we wound up buying it. And now I do not mind Tower of Terror anymore.
but we were all embaressed to be with her.
