Ok so I have a story. I worked Fantasyland (Dumbo) at Magic Kingdom. We had a girl transfer from Pirates of the Caribbean. And she told me the most amazing story.
So Pirates is down (shocking) And this particular boat is stopped at the first big scene, Where Barbosa is on the ship yelling for Jack Sparrow.
Anyway the boat has been stopped for about 15 minutes at this point, and there’s a couple sitting alone in the back. So the guy decides that nothing gets him in a better mood than the smell of water that hasn’t been changed in roughly 50 years, and convinces his girlfriend to blow him.
Now this girl is in the booth, along with the coordinator, watching this go down. Literally. There’s not much they can do to stop it at this point, other than notify security. Then another problem arises. The guy finishes, and the girl makes the motion to spit.
In. The. Fucking. Water.
Now if that load is released into the water, thats an automatic biohazard, and the ride is shut down for weeks. The water is removed, the ride path is scrubbed, along with the ride vehicles, and then new water is brought in. Costing the company thousands of dollara and pissed off tourists. The worst combination on this earth.
Panicking at this predicament, the coordinator grabs the mic in the control booth and says:
“Spitting is for quitters.”
This echoes over the bitching of guests and 50 year old audio of pirates commiting various crimes.
The look on this woman’s face was priceless. She gazes up, as if Walt himself commanded her from the grave, and swallows.
I’m told the ride started 5 minutes later and the couple ran out from the exit queue as fast as they could.
And this is why you dont fuck at Disney. Because cast members will call you out and it will be the highlight of our day.
[Video description: video of a bird standing on the top of a couch in front of a TV. “I Like to Move It” from Madagascar begins to play, and the bird starts to dance and chirp with the song.]
If everyone else flying around you was the size of a Cadillac Escalade, you’d be pissed, too.
Has anyone met a small bird that wasn’t made entirely of fight?
The Ruby-crowned Kinglet, the Goldcrest’s American cousin (both genus Regulus, both v small) is a sweet and curious angel. They are also very hyper and prone to teleporting. These babies will come up to human-watch. I’ve been birding, staring intently at some trees trying to figure out what bird is making all those noises (it’s ALWAYS a damn cardinal), then I’ll give up and turn around to see a RCK has been perched an arms-reach away watching me very intently. As soon as eye-contact is established, they teleport away.
Photos from this winter (~Jan 2018) / Posted July 28, 2018
