On every given day, some guests will show evidence of BDS (Brain Deficiency Syndrome).
But for regular, dependable, day-in-and-day-out stupid-on-a-stick, nothing beats contractors in the Park.
Today, two painters and two roofers nearly met their ends.
Main Street Railroad Station is being rehabbed while still open. There's another project to rehab the adjacent stroller barn. Because it's all a rush job, trying to get it done in time for the Xmas rush (HA!), they're working during the day.
The painters have been warned not to come onto the train platform without checking with the station conductor first. This is particularly important as there's no way for a conductor at Main Street to stop an arriving train but to run down the tracks yelling, "STOP THE TRAIN!!!"
One did just that, sauntering down the platform like he belonged there. I called it in to management, as directed. Next thing I know, we had brass from four different departments and two outside companies wanting to know who it was so they could fire his butt. I decided to get forgetful, as I thought putting a scare into the crew would be more constructive.
As my manager was repeating the need to call in every last such incident, *another* painter stepped over the fence and followed the first.
Now let's not see the same hands every time -- yes, the manager saw him and did nothing at all about it.
Later, two roofers literally crawled through the bushes to stand on the track and survey the roof of the stroller barn... while standing in the middle of the track... as an approaching train whistled. They seemed surprised that I was so agitated.
"Do you weigh 85 tons?" I asked.
"Not hardly."
"Then you're probably going to lose the pushing contest you're about to have with a locomotive. Now let's get you out of here before I need a sponge!"
"Gee, you don't have to get so excited about it."
"Easy for you to say, you won't be around to do the paperwork!"
