This is going to be long, sorry.
Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 7:53 pm
What is it about the last guest of the night in City Hall?
Night 1: My lead and I are the last ones left. It's 1:30 and I'm just waiting for the park to clear so I can close out my drawer and go home. In comes stroller man with a security guard. They come into the hall, but continue to talk to each other for a bit away from the counter, so I figure I'll give them their privacy until he needs me and go back to counting my fund. As I do this, I can overhear the conversation about how someone moved his stroller. I figure I'll chip in at this point, because the best way to get off on the right foot with a guest is to immediately take the initiative to try to help, so I offer to go in the back and see if there are any strollers in L&F. He snaps "sure" and I get him to describe it. I can hear in his voice that he's getting panicked, and when I find no strollers in the L&F bin, I start prepping myself for what I thought I knew was coming. I was completely unprepared for the freak-out that I experienced.
He flips. His son, age 4, is Diabetic and while he CAN walk, they use the wheelchair to limit his activity (some diabetics have an insulin pack which is programmed to give x amount of insulin for x amount of activity, so keeping the activity inside that expected range is important). I told him I completely understood and was glad the security guard had already gotten them a comp stroller for that day. He said he was coming back for the next 3 days, so I got them NSAs to get strollers for the rest of their stay. That's not good enough - how are they supposed to get back to the hotel? (the Grand Cal)? Uhm...he CAN walk a bit? The stroller can be taken all the way to the security tents. Not good enough. They're supposed to go to Toronto on Monday, they need something that they can take with them to the plane. I told him I was sorry that I didn't have anything to give him, but I could email Guest Claims and let them know the situation so that they could contact him in the morning (remember, it's 1:45am). Not good enough. Long story shortened: he refuses to leave City Hall until he has a stroller he can take on the plane with him. He suggested at one point that my lead or I take the Disney Dollars in my drawer, drive to a Target, buy him a $400 stroller, and bring it back to him. We had to finally have the Anaheim Police Department explain to him that the park was closed and escort him off property at 2:45am. Just in time for me to come back at 8am the next day!
Night 2: Two nights later I'm closing City Hall again, and again I know I'll be back in less than 7 hours the next morning. But it's ok, because it can't POSSIBLY be as bad as the LAST time I closed City Hell, right? Oh so wrong. The last guest of the night walks in with "a complaint". I'm sorry to hear that, what happened? "well, I just got off your It's A Small World, and nowhere does it say Merry Christmas. I would like to know why you people can't say Merry Christmas to me?" I explained first that it wasn't that I couldn'tsay it, and promptly said it to her. She interrupted by repeating that "No, you people won't say Merry Christmas anywhere. All you say is Happy Holidays. That ride says every other holiday all over but never says Merry Christmas." So I try to explain that the theme of It's A Small World Holiday is "Joy to the WORLD", and since not everyone in the world celebrates Christmas, it says "happy holidays" in order to be inclusive. "Well, the ride is in AMERICA, and AMERICA is a CHRISTIAN NATION!" So I tried to explain that people in America practice all different religions and we're founded on freedom of religion. I know, I know - I should have just smiled and nodded, but I'm a poli sci major and I was not about to let her trample on the Constitution. The rest, I will translate word-for-word
Religious Fantatic: "What, like JEWS?! That's like 2% of America. Our founding fathers were all Christians!"
Angry Plaid: "Actually mam, Thomas Jefferson was a Deist, not a Christian, and was very concerned with freedom of worship.
R.F. : "I'm not TALKING about Thomas Jefferson, I'm TALKING about our FOUNDING FATHERS!"
A.P.: "Mam, Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence."
R.F. : "No he didn't, George Washington did."
A.P. : "I hate to disagree mam, but Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence. I'm a Political Science major, this is my area of expertise."
R.F. : "George Washington read his bible every day and now you Jesus-haters are trying to take away Christmas! I don't hear any traditional Christmas music, only this "Joy to the World" crap!"
A.P. : "The next line of 'Joy to the World' is "the LORD is come."
R.F. : "I want to see your supervisor!!!"
She went on to claim my lead (the same poor lead that helped me with stroller man the night before) wasn't really a supervisor because her name tag didn't SAY supervisor (none of them do.) And when she tried to explain that the ride actually DOES say Merry Christmas, in about 7 different languages (she specifically mentioned the Hawaiian "Mele Kelikimaka", since she's Hawaiian.) and the lady said that "REAL Americans speak English and you need to put interpreters in the ride." But perhaps the most satisfying part of the night was the fact that every once in a while when talking to my lead, she would yell about "That girl's a POLITICAL SCIENTIST! Did you KNOW that?! You HIRE THEM?!" and we couldn't figure out why she kept mentioning it until we realized that she must have thought it was the same thing as Scientology. She ended up making an official complaint against me, It's A Small World, Hawaii, and Thomas Jefferson.
Sometimes you have to just laugh. :)
Night 1: My lead and I are the last ones left. It's 1:30 and I'm just waiting for the park to clear so I can close out my drawer and go home. In comes stroller man with a security guard. They come into the hall, but continue to talk to each other for a bit away from the counter, so I figure I'll give them their privacy until he needs me and go back to counting my fund. As I do this, I can overhear the conversation about how someone moved his stroller. I figure I'll chip in at this point, because the best way to get off on the right foot with a guest is to immediately take the initiative to try to help, so I offer to go in the back and see if there are any strollers in L&F. He snaps "sure" and I get him to describe it. I can hear in his voice that he's getting panicked, and when I find no strollers in the L&F bin, I start prepping myself for what I thought I knew was coming. I was completely unprepared for the freak-out that I experienced.
He flips. His son, age 4, is Diabetic and while he CAN walk, they use the wheelchair to limit his activity (some diabetics have an insulin pack which is programmed to give x amount of insulin for x amount of activity, so keeping the activity inside that expected range is important). I told him I completely understood and was glad the security guard had already gotten them a comp stroller for that day. He said he was coming back for the next 3 days, so I got them NSAs to get strollers for the rest of their stay. That's not good enough - how are they supposed to get back to the hotel? (the Grand Cal)? Uhm...he CAN walk a bit? The stroller can be taken all the way to the security tents. Not good enough. They're supposed to go to Toronto on Monday, they need something that they can take with them to the plane. I told him I was sorry that I didn't have anything to give him, but I could email Guest Claims and let them know the situation so that they could contact him in the morning (remember, it's 1:45am). Not good enough. Long story shortened: he refuses to leave City Hall until he has a stroller he can take on the plane with him. He suggested at one point that my lead or I take the Disney Dollars in my drawer, drive to a Target, buy him a $400 stroller, and bring it back to him. We had to finally have the Anaheim Police Department explain to him that the park was closed and escort him off property at 2:45am. Just in time for me to come back at 8am the next day!
Night 2: Two nights later I'm closing City Hall again, and again I know I'll be back in less than 7 hours the next morning. But it's ok, because it can't POSSIBLY be as bad as the LAST time I closed City Hell, right? Oh so wrong. The last guest of the night walks in with "a complaint". I'm sorry to hear that, what happened? "well, I just got off your It's A Small World, and nowhere does it say Merry Christmas. I would like to know why you people can't say Merry Christmas to me?" I explained first that it wasn't that I couldn'tsay it, and promptly said it to her. She interrupted by repeating that "No, you people won't say Merry Christmas anywhere. All you say is Happy Holidays. That ride says every other holiday all over but never says Merry Christmas." So I try to explain that the theme of It's A Small World Holiday is "Joy to the WORLD", and since not everyone in the world celebrates Christmas, it says "happy holidays" in order to be inclusive. "Well, the ride is in AMERICA, and AMERICA is a CHRISTIAN NATION!" So I tried to explain that people in America practice all different religions and we're founded on freedom of religion. I know, I know - I should have just smiled and nodded, but I'm a poli sci major and I was not about to let her trample on the Constitution. The rest, I will translate word-for-word
Religious Fantatic: "What, like JEWS?! That's like 2% of America. Our founding fathers were all Christians!"
Angry Plaid: "Actually mam, Thomas Jefferson was a Deist, not a Christian, and was very concerned with freedom of worship.
R.F. : "I'm not TALKING about Thomas Jefferson, I'm TALKING about our FOUNDING FATHERS!"
A.P.: "Mam, Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence."
R.F. : "No he didn't, George Washington did."
A.P. : "I hate to disagree mam, but Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence. I'm a Political Science major, this is my area of expertise."
R.F. : "George Washington read his bible every day and now you Jesus-haters are trying to take away Christmas! I don't hear any traditional Christmas music, only this "Joy to the World" crap!"
A.P. : "The next line of 'Joy to the World' is "the LORD is come."
R.F. : "I want to see your supervisor!!!"
She went on to claim my lead (the same poor lead that helped me with stroller man the night before) wasn't really a supervisor because her name tag didn't SAY supervisor (none of them do.) And when she tried to explain that the ride actually DOES say Merry Christmas, in about 7 different languages (she specifically mentioned the Hawaiian "Mele Kelikimaka", since she's Hawaiian.) and the lady said that "REAL Americans speak English and you need to put interpreters in the ride." But perhaps the most satisfying part of the night was the fact that every once in a while when talking to my lead, she would yell about "That girl's a POLITICAL SCIENTIST! Did you KNOW that?! You HIRE THEM?!" and we couldn't figure out why she kept mentioning it until we realized that she must have thought it was the same thing as Scientology. She ended up making an official complaint against me, It's A Small World, Hawaii, and Thomas Jefferson.
Sometimes you have to just laugh. :)