Buck Nekkid
Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2003 9:59 pm
It was a quiet day at the railroad station in Mickey's Toontown Fair when
a family arrived and proceeded to readjust my understanding of the
limits of what guests might do.
First, Mom parked her double stroller in front of the left turnstile.
Second, she backed up to the right turnstile until her butt was against the
bars. Third, she beckoned her damp 12-year-old daughter to stand in
front of her while she stripped her naked.
Yeah, that was sort of my reaction, too. A 2-year-old, maybe, but 12?!?
The kid was soaking wet from playing at Donald's Boat, but somehow the
railroad station wouldn't have been my first choice for a changing room.
I tried to suggest this to Mom, but she declined to so much as
acknowledge my existence. I then fired a Look at Dad, and suggested he
move the stroller out from in front of the turnstile so the other guests --
now gathering -- could get through. To my surprise, he did.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, the Walt Disney World Railroad is
now open for business. Those of you who are *not* buck nekkid may
now enter. Your train will arrive in approximately two minutes," I
announced.
Giggling nervously, they did so, several tossing comments to Mom that I
might have liked to make.
After re-dressing her daughter. Mom directed Dad to push the stroller
through the turnstile. When I pointed out that strollers had to be folded
to board the train, Mom granted me just one quick glare, told her
husband, "This man is RUDE!" and promptly left the station, kids and Dad
trailing behind.
A pity that. I was so looking forward to telling her that rail service
wasn't available to nekkid passengers.
Zazu
a family arrived and proceeded to readjust my understanding of the
limits of what guests might do.
First, Mom parked her double stroller in front of the left turnstile.
Second, she backed up to the right turnstile until her butt was against the
bars. Third, she beckoned her damp 12-year-old daughter to stand in
front of her while she stripped her naked.
Yeah, that was sort of my reaction, too. A 2-year-old, maybe, but 12?!?
The kid was soaking wet from playing at Donald's Boat, but somehow the
railroad station wouldn't have been my first choice for a changing room.
I tried to suggest this to Mom, but she declined to so much as
acknowledge my existence. I then fired a Look at Dad, and suggested he
move the stroller out from in front of the turnstile so the other guests --
now gathering -- could get through. To my surprise, he did.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, the Walt Disney World Railroad is
now open for business. Those of you who are *not* buck nekkid may
now enter. Your train will arrive in approximately two minutes," I
announced.
Giggling nervously, they did so, several tossing comments to Mom that I
might have liked to make.
After re-dressing her daughter. Mom directed Dad to push the stroller
through the turnstile. When I pointed out that strollers had to be folded
to board the train, Mom granted me just one quick glare, told her
husband, "This man is RUDE!" and promptly left the station, kids and Dad
trailing behind.
A pity that. I was so looking forward to telling her that rail service
wasn't available to nekkid passengers.
Zazu
