Stupid Guest Tricks

Shorty82 wrote:I already thought about that myself. According to what I read on DL's website the tour can be booked no more than 30 days in advance. We'll need to figure out the day we want to do it and book the tour exactly 30 days out.

Purpie and I did that back in 2002 when we flew out for a visit (still living in Virginia at the time.) It was a great tour, although that was back when the Disney Gallery was still above the entrance to Pirates.

And isn't the BBQ just essentially a reopening of the old Big Thunder Ranch BBQ location?

CBeilby wrote:And isn't the BBQ just essentially a reopening of the old Big Thunder Ranch BBQ location?

Basically, yea, but it'll be a Table Service location this time, instead of QSR.

But, it's still new.....and it's nice to have another restaurant in Frontierland again, lol.

ktulu wrote:Yes, you get me reservations [for Club 33] on my next visit, and I'll take tons of pictures and you can look at them later :D:

I think it would be worth the price of the meal for the experience.

Been there, done that. It is worth it for the experience, sadly not for the food. Much better eats here at WDW, including a good number of restaurants with better wine lists.

Might have enjoyed it more if the next table hadn't been occupied by a moron who never took off his hat, wore cut-off shorts, and demanded a cheeseburger (which isn't even on the menu there). Didn't even finish the burger once they went to another location to get one -- he was too busy chatting loudly on his cell phone, as was his daughter.

Who, me bitter about a magical experience spoiled by SGs? Perish the thought!

Zazu wrote:Been there, done that. It is worth it for the experience, sadly not for the food. Much better eats here at WDW, including a good number of restaurants with better wine lists.

Yeah, I have heard the food is hit and miss. Like I said, it's just for the
experience.

Who, me bitter about a magical experience spoiled by SGs? Perish the thought!

I try very hard to just let things go now. No need to waste any hate on some SG who I'll probably never see again :)

Zazu wrote:
Might have enjoyed it more if the next table hadn't been occupied by a moron who never took off his hat, wore cut-off shorts, and demanded a cheeseburger (which isn't even on the menu there). Didn't even finish the burger once they went to another location to get one -- he was too busy chatting loudly on his cell phone, as was his daughter.

Who, me bitter about a magical experience spoiled by SGs? Perish the thought!

Okay, these are two faux pas which drive me crazy.

#1 Boys and girls, Moms and Dads-one REMOVES one's hat indoors. No, I'm not thinking rides at WDW and I admit there might be certain religious edicts that call for a chapeau to be worn indoors (think yamaka). But wearing your baseball cap (backward or forward) whist sitting in a movie theater or restaurant has no such imperative. It's wrong. Period. No excuse.

#2 Why does everyone think that we want to hear the details of their lives? I REALLY don't care about little Susie's latest bon mot or Johnny's antics. Recently, while at Barnes and Nobles I was sitting in a nice comfie chair looking through some books when the archetypal "Cowboy" comes strolling by. His cell phone rings and he launches into a long dissertation on how he did in a rodeo down south and how he made his horse buck by cinching a strap over its n**s. I've heard discussions like this before but I'm fairly sure the 13-14 yr. old girl in the seat next to me hadn't. (She turned a lovely shade of crimson.) Yet he had no compunction about telling the world the sordid details. But the lowest circle in hell should be reserved for folks who use their cells in theaters. Either shut it off or set it to vibrate and step out of the room to take the call. How hard is that to do?

In a chat room kids had to put their full in their name. Tigger_Eating, Tigger_Potty, Tigger_sleeping, and Tigger_Shower. Just say you are leaving and I have heard one too many convos in real life where I wonder why they have to talk loud enough that everyone knows their whole life.

TdcOgre wrote:Recently, while at Barnes and Nobles I was sitting in a nice comfie chair looking through some books when the archetypal "Cowboy" comes strolling by. His cell phone rings and he launches into a long dissertation on how he did in a rodeo down south and how he made his horse buck by cinching a strap over its n**s. I've heard discussions like this before but I'm fairly sure the 13-14 yr. old girl in the seat next to me hadn't. (She turned a lovely shade of crimson.) Yet he had no compunction about telling the world the sordid details.

Randy Newman's song Rednecks comes to mind.