It's the topic no one has dared discuss, but we have all experienced at Disneyland (and other places).
Nothing's worse than walking through the park, enjoying the sights and sounds, and then comes the smell - a gaseous cloud that hovers in the walkway, thanks to the flatulant guest that crop-dusted through the crowd ahead.
And in one instance, it even happened on IASW. There we were, enjoying the ride, when we were overcome with the most heinous odor on the planet. There's even photographic proof of the grief it caused.![]()
So, while it's great to be an annual passholder, I think all of the gasholders out there need to fess up. I'm tired of walking into farts at the Happiest Place on Earth. They're lucky there are seperate smoking areas, because if someone lit up behind them, there'd be an explosion that would rival Fantasmic! and possibly draw crowds, which would only create a more embarrassing situation for everyone involved.
So, you, and you, and yes, even you! I'm calling you out here! Lay off the chili before entering the park, or please bring a large cork and preserve the magic for the rest of us. Those flowers are nice to smell as they are to look at, and we'd like to enjoy 'em! And we all know who is *really* to blame for the peeling and fading paint we've seen.



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Not that I am proud of this, but my boyfriend is a gasholder. He never does it just walking aroung, but instead likes to save them for when we are in a store shopping. I am standing there looking at a nice t-shirt or ornament, and he busts out with a giggle and a, "Baby, come on!" I usually make a run for it. If you ever see a guy in a store saying baby come on and giggling at himself, know its my gasholding man, and RUN for your life!!!! 








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