Stupid Guest Tricks

drcorey wrote:yeah, it's horrible, when I am in my work clothes people offer me money and beg me to pray for them. course, when I am in street clothes no one comes up to me and asks if I am a priest.

You should listen to the Cheech & Chong bit about the bum hustling money.

Syndrome wrote:Choral Reef? Is that the place where they sing at your aquarium-side table?

Ha! :D:

Syndrome wrote:

Polar33 wrote:The other was at the Choral Reef, where our server kept insisting that she'd seen me before in costuming until I pulled out my DL ID.

Choral Reef? Is that the place where they sing at your aquarium-side table?

Why do I feel strangely drawn to "Choral Reef"???...

Oh, yeah:

I have a Disney polo shirt that I obtained a few years back, and every time I wear it at a park, somebody always stops me and asks for directions. Of course, not knowing my way around Disney, I don't try to give them directions to anywhere but a cast member.

When I say that I'm not a CM, some give me a weird look as if they think I'm lying or something, but they move right along, often walking away and looking back at me.

And that is NOT a Cast Member polo shirt of any sort. But people weren't looking at that.

If you look like you even have a clue, then it works.

I had one time going down BVD toward DTD, stopped at a light. No costume, nothing on the car that should give away my being a CM, and the guy next to me rolled down his window and asked for directions.

Most Cast Members would not have been able to direct this guy where he was going from where we were. Good thing he found me!

This is why I decided to join the cast. Before I did, Cast Members would stop me in the Parks and ask *me* questions.

Funniest was when a custodial CM stopped me at the corner of Main Street and Plaza to directions to the nearest restroom. Naturally, I pointed him to the restrooms at the Backstage Bistro (where I had once lunched with a CM friend). But NO... he wanted the nearest guest restroom as he'd been assigned to clean them without being told where they were.

I gave him a list and decided it was time to visit Casting.

Zazu wrote:This is why I decided to join the cast. Before I did, Cast Members would stop me in the Parks and ask *me* questions.

Funniest was when a custodial CM stopped me at the corner of Main Street and Plaza to directions to the nearest restroom. Naturally, I pointed him to the restrooms at the Backstage Bistro (where I had once lunched with a CM friend). But NO... he wanted the nearest guest restroom as he'd been assigned to clean them without being told where they were.

I gave him a list and decided it was time to visit Casting.

When we went with the granddaughters to MNSSHP last year "Paw-Paw" dressed as a pirate. I spent most of my time giving directions to clueless SGs. Jack Sparrow's got nuthin' on me. :p:

Before I became a CM, my family refused to go without me. They had even pushed a vacation back a month so that I could get the time off. Apparently, I know how to get around. Their excuse was though, "We can't find it on our own."

O k, something weird happened to me in the park today. I was just standing around minding my own business when a guest asked me if I work there. I said, "No, sorry!" Apparently, the guest swears that I was undercover security. and comments that I was "observant." He keeps on insisting that I was security, but I kept denying until i just went along with it and admitted to it, :D I am a typical looking tourist: camera around my neck, sweater wrapped around my waist and holding an umbrella. Tell, do I sound like I would be security? Consider this: I am a shoirt, chubby, asian guy, :D

DLRFantasmic!Dan wrote: Consider this: I am a shoirt, chubby, asian guy, :D

Of course you do. At Walt Disney World, we are the picture of diversity. You can be black, white, blue, red, pink, green, one arm, two arms, 3 arms, fat, skinny, breathing or even not breathing.

In fact the only thing that matters is that you show up for work. And even sometimes that's optional.