Buzz in Frontierland
Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 5:23 pm
We were walking the path that runs backstage from the rear of Haunted Mansion back to the Indian Village alongside the railroad, a manager and I. We were doing a show quality check, so had a good reason to be out there during park hours.
What do we find as we come around a bend in the road but a cast member. Is he dressed like an Indian? Is he dressed like a cowboy? Is he dressed like a railroad worker? Noooooo, he's dressed like a cook in a quick service restaurant. "WTF is he doing out here?" we both wondered.
We greeted him noncommittally as we passed. He gave a half-sylable response which I took to be part of "Hi" when suddenly... it was the 1960s all over again, as the smell of really cheap marijuana washed over us.
My manager was so shocked that he didn't even react at first. "Was that smell what I think it was?" he finally got out.
"Unless they've changed the recepie since I was a hippy, that was exactly what you think it was. Though fairly low-grade Stuff," I replied.
We discussed it, and finally decided not to bust him. As a cook, he was unlikely to endanger anyone but himself, and a job where you feed frozen fries into hot oil is one you could reasonably need to take a chemical break from.
By this time, we had arrived at the Indian Village and were inspecting it's various deficiencies, when suddenly there erupted a burst of noise from the woods, followed by the sound of rapidly retreating footsteps. Seems there was more than one in their party.
"Looks like we made the right decision," he observed, "They had us outnumbered."
"Trust me," I said, "They will *always* have us outnumbered."
What do we find as we come around a bend in the road but a cast member. Is he dressed like an Indian? Is he dressed like a cowboy? Is he dressed like a railroad worker? Noooooo, he's dressed like a cook in a quick service restaurant. "WTF is he doing out here?" we both wondered.
We greeted him noncommittally as we passed. He gave a half-sylable response which I took to be part of "Hi" when suddenly... it was the 1960s all over again, as the smell of really cheap marijuana washed over us.
My manager was so shocked that he didn't even react at first. "Was that smell what I think it was?" he finally got out.
"Unless they've changed the recepie since I was a hippy, that was exactly what you think it was. Though fairly low-grade Stuff," I replied.
We discussed it, and finally decided not to bust him. As a cook, he was unlikely to endanger anyone but himself, and a job where you feed frozen fries into hot oil is one you could reasonably need to take a chemical break from.
By this time, we had arrived at the Indian Village and were inspecting it's various deficiencies, when suddenly there erupted a burst of noise from the woods, followed by the sound of rapidly retreating footsteps. Seems there was more than one in their party.
"Looks like we made the right decision," he observed, "They had us outnumbered."
"Trust me," I said, "They will *always* have us outnumbered."
