A short vent about horrible park guests...
I decided to go over to Disneyland today after the Angels game. It's the last day I can go to the park before my AP is blocked out for the summer. I ended up only staying an hour and a half because the crowds were overwhelming, but that wasn't what bothered me about the day.
I took the ART over from Angels Stadium to Disneyland, and went through the Harbor Blvd. side security checkpoint. The security lines were longer than I'd ever seen them, and I had the misfortune of being in line in front of two complete fussbudgets - one elderly woman in a wheelchair and one middle-aged one. The middle aged one was loudly complaining about the long lines, about the wait, and about the fact that it was wildly inconveniencing her because, ZOMG she had to be at the Rainforest Cafe in 10 minutes, so hurry it up, people. When one of the supervisors came down the line, the fussbudget totally unloaded on her.
I just tried to block out the noise. Yes, the line was long. There was nothing I could do about that. Whining about it wasn't going to make the line move faster. It wasn't a huge deal.
I was mildly panicking because I had a two-foot wooden bat from the Angels game in my bag. I had purchased it at the stadium and I hadn't considered the logic of trying to bring it to Disneyland. I should have, but I didn't, and it wasn't until I was on line that I realized it might be a problem. If I'd been on the tram side security line, I would have just ducked out and stored it in a locker in the picnic area, but I wasn't. I take mass transit so it wasn't as though I could just go back to my car to store it. I decided that if I was stopped I would ask for an escort over to the picnic lockers, or that perhaps I would need to say goodbye to my $5 bat.
I got to the front of the line, I had my bag on the table with all pockets open, really for inspection, and sure enough, the CM went at a snail's pace. She kept commenting on everything she saw in the bag, ie, "oh, an inhaler!" and every time I thought she was done, she was poking into another part of my bag. When she saw my book - I always carry reading material for the bus and train - she started talking about how much she liked that particular author, and how she'd gone to the author's hometown, and so forth.
Normally I like to chat with CMs, and I love to talk about books - but it wasn't the time. Not when there were about 50 people behind me on line and 50 people in each of the other two lines. And if she was trying to be conversational to put people at ease, the intentions were great, but it was really slowing her down and perhaps distracting her (keep in mind that she asked about the book and not the bat...). I was trying to be polite and acknowledge her words without giving any encouragement to continue the conversation. Anyway, all of sudden something smacked into my legs, and I turned to see that the fussbudget was deliberately ramming her wheelchair into me. I loudly said "excuse me, that's my foot!" and she snapped back something about the slow line. The CM said something lame, like "don't do that again," and finally let me go.
As I walked away I thought about what I could have done about this. I could have turned and said "the next time you hit me, I'll hit back, and I guarantee it will be harder," but that would have been a threat and could have gotten me in trouble. The CM apparently didn't think it was worth any additional action. I suppose I could have found a security guard, but the fussbudget's answer probably would have been "oh, it was an accident." There's nothing to be done about it now, and I wasn't hurt, so this is really a vent more than anything else. Just...who does that sort of thing?! Really, who?!
Oh, and the bat? The CM didn't blink an eye at it. O_o