Did I ever tell you about my getting thrown out of Walt Disney World?
No? Well, I wrote about it the other day at my little blog. If you really want to know why, you can go read it there.
Here, tonight, it’s you that gets to tell the stories. Share something with us. It can be anything at all. A joke. A story. A memory. The sky’s the limit. It’s Monday Night Open Thread.
What’s on your mind?
I would never go in Disney World without packing heat either. I might have to ‘stand my ground’ against Goofy I never have trusted him.
This odd thing happened to me a couple years ago. I was going back to my office building after lunch, and I walked by a restaurant called “Jacob’s on the Plaza.” They have outdoor tables that they secure with chains and the manager was unlocking them and gathering them up. So when I walked by, I saw his name tag said “Mr. Marley.” There was Marley, with a bunch of chains draped around him, in front of Jacob’s. It was a weird Christmas Carol moment.
My daughter and goddaughter were turned away from Disneyland because they were wearing matching bullet casing necklaces. The noses of the bullets had been cut away and it was apparent that they were just empty tubes in the shape of bullet casings – but that was enough. They had to hike back to the car in 98-degree heat and take off the necklaces. Because they looked scary.
I was just wondering, who did Saruman’s yard work? Was it magic? Or maybe he hired some locals, could Orcs manage landscaping? His lawn looked awesome.
Things you didn’t know about the Godfather……
The Six Flags park I frequent, doesn’t allow you to carry outside food or drink into their park. It’s clearly not a safety issue, they just want your food money. It wouldn’t annoy me so much except their food is not only expectedly overpriced, but also rather low quality. They have bins at the entrance gates to dump any food or drink they find on you, if you don’t wish to go back to the car. Each time I go in, I make sure I have a granola bar in my pocket just to have something to sneak past them. I often don’t end up eating it, but it makes me feel like a rebel. This brings me as much amusement as any single attraction in the park.
You are my spirit animal.
There’s a club called American Coaster Enthusiasts. It solves this problem and many more. Hoo Boy, the perks you get when you go to a theme park with them are abundant.
My family mainly uses them for the waterparks but it’s more, so much more.
Imagine getting into the park before it opens, have them feed you and other A.C.E. club members breakfast, and hand you one of those $12 refillable cups. Then what if they told you that the park still won’t be open for an hour so they’re opening some rides just for you. With no lines. By the way lunch is going to be at banquet area (X) so see you then. It’s included in your discount ticket to get into the park.
Milton Friedman, a great economist and a consummate gentleman, was born July 31, 1912, in Brooklyn, New York.
And now for a joke:
Joe and Jill Biden go out for dinner. They’ve been seated, Jill has ordered a glass of chardonnay and Joe has ordered his usual Slurpee, and they’ve been given dinner menus. The waiter arrives to take their order, and asks Jill what she’ll have. Jill replies, “the poached salmon”. The waiter asks “What about the vegetable?”,
and Jill responds, “He’ll have the poached salmon, too”.
I hope that the waiter didn’t offer him a straw, he could be facing some serious jail time.