Decided I would revive and add to the HYS thread. I worked on Main Street this past summer for the international college program and got my fair share of stupid guests.
While at East Train Cart --
Guest: Can you sew my son's name on his Mickey ears here?
Me: No, ma'am, I don't have a sewing machine here on my cart, but you can take it over to the Chapeau across the street and they will do it for you there.
Guest: Ok, his name is Eric, spelled with a "C"...
Me:
Guest: (holding a squeeze breeze) How much is this?
Me: $16.
Guest: That's outrageous! This is a fan! You can get this at Wal-Mart for $2!
Me: Yes, but this one is a *magical* fan.
Guest: Where is Main Street?
Me: Here ma'am, I'll take you there. (stepping off the curb onto the street) Now you're on Main Street.
(her husband was thrilled with my answer)
Guest: Where is the train to MGM?
Me: (blank look) Excuse me? Do you mean the bus?
Guest: No, the train.
Me: Um, there is no train to MGM, sir. You have to take the monorail back to the TTC and then take the bus to MGM.
Guest: No, that's not right, I took the train to MGM last time I was here. Isn't that the train to MGM? (pointing to the Main Street Train Station)
Me: No, sir, that train is just for the Magic Kingdom, and it makes stops in Frontierland and Mickey's Toontown Fair.
Guest: I'm sure that's the train to MGM. Come on, kids.
I wonder if he ever made it to MGM that day.