Don’t These People Have Jobs?
Karin and I spent a bit of time at Disneyland on Monday. We woke up at 6am (actually, Karin woke up, then pushed me out of the bed), ate a quick breakfast, then hit the road. We arrived at Disneyland just past their opening time of 8am, and this is what we encountered:
This is the security area prior to the ticket booths and the main gate. My God, don’t these people have jobs? We thought we were being sly hitting the park at the beginning of the week, but I guess everyone else had the same idea. The last time we went to Disneyland during a weekday we practically had the park to ourselves, managing to hit all of our favorite rides in just a couple of hours.
When we first entered the park this morning there were very few lines, but after we bagged the Haunted Mansion and Pirates of the Caribbean the place was overrun by a writhing, sweaty sea of less-than-cheerful humanity. That serene state of mind I unexpectedly found myself in yesterday afternoon quickly deteriorated, and I found myself wishing everyone would just vanish. Evaporate. Dematerialize. I wanted the Rapture right then and there, leaving behind in its wake we few unfortunates to enjoy the park in peace.
In gambling parlance, with a bit of hindsight, and with all things being equal, I’d have to consider this day a “push”. Before the crowds became overwhelming we were able to get on the majority of our favorite rides with minimal (or no) wait. Deciding not to work against the onslaught we grabbed some ice cream and relaxed on a bench in the middle of the park to people-watch for a bit before easing on down towards main street to window shop before finally exiting the park for the day.