Geez, I loved this storyOriginally Posted by Ortizmo2000Early one day, when Indy was still in the first year of it's immense popularity, I was in the queue with my then-GF. The line had already stretched out of Adventureland and around to the gateway of Frontierland. There was an Indian family behind me, four - maybe five of them, and people were piling onto this line by the second.
A very fit, athletic black man and his son (perhaps 8 years old) had decided that it didn't matter how many had already gotten into the queue - he'd chosen his and his son's spot. He proceeds to slip in behind me and directly in front of the Indian family. I could see the rather perturbed look on their faces at being disregarded so blatantly. The man himself just went on about his day, looking around thru sunglasses as if this was just the norm.
Now, I did what in this day and age can be considered very stupid and dangerous - but I couldn't help myself. I decided to confront another human being. I think it was the fact that these Indians looked so intimidated by this event that set me off. I've always hated bullies...in all of their shapes and sizes. I'm also very impulsive....I don't always think before speaking or acting.
"The end of the line's back there," I advised the guy.
His response can't be repeated here without getting creative.
Well, the finer memories of the next few minutes have faded with the passing of time, but I do remember some things much clearer than others.
- The guy was about as fit as Wesly Snipes, and just as intimdating to look at.
- He was ready and willing to fight me right then and there, and he let me know by shoving me several times.
- Thinking that if I engaged him, I would surely lose. If I didn't end up in a hospital, the day would be over regardless knowing the park's policy about people fighting: You fight, You go.
As he continued to goad me, I kept my back to him and my body in between him and my GF (who was terrified at this point). I scanned about for a security officer, but of course, there was none to be found. There was no way I was going to leave this line and leaving my GF near this guy, and I wasn't about to send her off on some easter egg hunt either. Nor was I going to chased from this line. The best thing I could think of turned out to be a miserable failure of a move in retrospect.
A kid of about maybe 19 was watching the queue, and he was the closest thing to authority I could find in the immediate area. I told him of everything that had gone down, including the physical challenging. The guy was standing right there as I relayed the story, doing so not as angry guest, but being very, very sardonic about it. Well, I can't really blame this poor kid for being scared (and believe you me - he was), but I do wish he'd at least had a radio. His solution was to actually have the guy step out of line for a few seconds while others passed. I'm actually amazed this guy agreed to it, but I was equally amazed at the "solution" to this problem.
As we got further and further in line away from the guy, the Indian family behind me thanked me for speaking up. That almost calmed the Neil Peart drum solo my heart was doing. My GF hugged me and thanked me for not getting into what would have been a very bad beating, I'm sure. Well, with this guy being allowed back in line, we'd inevitably passed each other as the queue zigged and zagged.
"Happy now, **ss*?" he asked, actually bearing a toothy grin.
Not to be outdone (again without thinking), I returned the grin. "Yup. Thanks for asking!"
I then overheard him muttering to his eight year old son not to "grow up to be a **ss*. Suberb parenting there, Chief!
It was a weird sort of justice in that he was made to wait roughly the equivalent of people he'd cheated out of line, but in my head, he should have been booted the second he'd took physical action against another guest. Sure, I could have followed up on this by having one of the cast members call for an officer to meet us at the exit, but my GF was celebrating a birthday that day.
I just didn't have the heart to stir the waters any more than had been done. I wanted to salvage what was left.
I kicked that guy's *** several different times during the drive home in my imagination.
Way to hold on to your composure, Rex