Fortunately one of Gina's yoga students happens to work at the park part time solely for the ability to sign friends and family in. She was gracious enough to come down first thing and help us get in to the happiest (and most overpriced) place on earth.
We had a wonderful day; like, flat out amazing. The big three rode all of the big kid rides and wait times were 15-30 minutes maximum so we got on everything we wanted to before the sun set on our day and headed towards the exit filled with the wonder and glee Walt envisioned when he set out to build this place. And then some bitter and contentious woman had to go put a dent in the whole thing.
As we were walking out of the park, down Main Street and looking for some ice cream to cap off the trip, it was obvious that folks were starting to line up for the big evening parade. For those of you who aren't familiar with Disneyland, this is where the true madness really sets in. It was 6:30PM. The parade they were all getting their seats for (blocking every inch of usable sidewalk) wasn't scheduled to start until 8:30PM. That would be two hours away. A parade. A parade that most of the folks (a big portion are pass holders who only arrive at sunset for these things) have already seen a dozen tims. A parade with a mouse - not the vets we are celebrating today or even bead throwing, boob flashing marti gras for christ's sake. That's what this all centered around.
There was a brief moment, just in front of the ice cream shop we were all trying to get to (3 adults, 2 strollers and 6 "hangry" children), when a woman was standing shaking out a blanket she was clearly planning on putting down in the opening. Our friend, who's charming British accent can usually turn folks into putty, asked extremely politely, "do you think we can buzz through here to the ice cream shop real quick before you put your blanket down?"
"Well," the "B" responded with the most snide and perturbed tone at our audacity. "My blanket was already here, I'm just shaking it off. So no, you're going to have to go down to another spot if you want to break through the line."
WHAAAAAATTTT????!!!!!! This is an adult woman, surrounded by her own impressionable offspring, who is already up and displaced, flat out refusing to be a decent human being and instead forcing a few clearly out matched parents to go way out of their way to find another spot, just to come right back to where they were trying to go because, for lack of a better term, she woke up and decided to be a dick today.
Here are my issues:
1) Parents, you know how hard it is. You've been there. You've done that. How can you not look at a person who's struggled the same road you have and not inconvenience yourself in the slightest capacity to make their life easier - just as you would have appreciate the same courtesy if the roles were reversed? But here's the world we live in. It's all about me and never about you and the next thing you know you're on the news for all the wrong reasons.
2) You're children are watching you. Trust me, they're always watching. What they just learned is "I can be an asshole, if I want, for no apparent reason whatsoever." So when your kid gets in trouble for being a little shit, and you say "I have no idea where he learns this!" Just go back through your family vacation photo album and you can probably find all the evidence you need.
3) You realize in the description of the parade, this is what it says:
Watch in wonder as the vivid imagination of Mickey Mouse and his friend Tinker Bell’s enchanted pixie dust paint the night with dazzling Disney dreams, complete with a colorful palette of more than one million glowing lights!
You're a grown ass adult. You just threw a tantrum to some complete strangers to see dazzling Disney dreams and pixie dust. F*ck you, lady!
Now, I will complete my own written tantrum here by saying that none of these feelings or comments left my head. We did respond with a "really?!' as we trekked down the street to find another opportunity, but we did not take the bait and set equally pitiful examples for our own children. But I couldn't help but editorialize this scenario for the sake of at least starting the conversation. Why must we be awful to each other? Why?! What harm or strain would this have caused her? This "me, me, me; mine, mine, mine" mentality really irks me. We stand here, destroying the world around us, claiming to be the pinnacle of civilization, but in the singular moments of our day we can't muster simple common courtesy anymore. It wouldn't bother me if this was a one off, but it's a daily thing. And it's sad. And we're teaching our children that this is how people are supposed to act to one another. Awesome.
Fortunatly, while that happened and it bothered me, we didn't allow a scene to unfold, and that means that all my kids remember of yesterday is this:
So what did your kids remember, lady?