I’m sure this thing has been done before, BUT, I want to do it now….
The Big List of Guests
The Obscrony: These are those people you don’t know, yet see constantly throughout your day at Disneyland. You see them in just about every line, during parades, at the hotel back home, etc.
The Squid: These are the hyper-active kids that run from one end of a line to the other while their parents are either absent or ignorant of the situation.
Baby Bats: The Gothic crowd that Disneyland tends to attract.
Momzillas: These are the mothers or fathers who assume that any other adult is there to ruin the Disneyland experience for their kids. They push you away during parades, insist they go in front of you in lines for characters, and complain loudly if people over the age of 12 want to ride fantasyland rides.
Casey Jr.: Guest who insist on smoking wherever they damn well feel like. Can be recognized by their smoking stack. Natural enemy to Momzilla.
Animes: Kids who are in town for the Anime Convention and then show up in Disneyland in costumes of Chi or Spike.
Bubba: Older blue-collar type guys who would rather eat glass than be in Disneyland.
Gas Passers: The ones who fart ahead of you in line, leaving a “Gas Mine” for you to discover. A fun time-passing game for long lines is to try and identify the Gas Passers ahead of you.
Mary weathers: Guests who have extra large larboard sides, yet sunny dispositions.
Ursulas: Guests who have extra large larboard sides, yet have crappy dispositions.
Terminators: Guest in electric wheelchairs and personal motor scooters.
The Ebert: Critics who feel that everything they see is substandard to what it once was. They share their insight to anyone who crosses into their zone.
The Tiger Lilly: Guests who try and lip sync all the words to every ride, especially Haunted Mansion and Tower of Terror.
Part of the Unwashed Mass: Guests who chose to save money by not buying personal grooming supplies. Related to the Gas Passer
Red Camera Group: Any large Asian tour group regardless of camera color.
C.O.W.s: Self explanatory
Tour Guides: Guests who feel the need to inform all who fall within their radius various pieces of trivia about the area they happen to be in. They are always wrong.
Michael Moore: Guests who chose to video tape every part of their vacation from the parking booth to the toilets.
Fine Young Americans (FYA): Any youth group from any organization that meet the following requirements: 1. They came in a van or bus. 2. They wear matching shirts.
The Brady Bunch: Family reunion groups.
O.C. kids: Teenagers with rich parents whose parents think they can make up for years of neglect by letting them run loose in Disneyland.
Britney Smears: Old women dressed immodestly.
Whale Tails, Mice Tails: Girls who wear either, (a) thongs with low rider jeans, or (b) just low rider jeans. The can usually be found several stairs above you in lines.
Hairy Kaniptions: People who lose their temper in Disneyland taking it out on family members, cast members, strangers, etc.
Seinfeld: Guests who make the same jokes over and over like: “What kind of Mickey Mouse operation is this?” or “I owe, I owe, so off to work I go.”
Dijanos: like Tour Guides except for two things: 1. They are usually correct, 2. They are far more annoying.
It’s Only Pretenders: Young kids on scary rides who scream for their lives the entire time.
Hop on Pops: Kids on the shoulders of Parents and block the view for everyone else.
Pops who are Hopped on: Parents who place kids on their shoulders and block the view for everyone else.
Viles: people who urinate or deficate in places other than governmentally approved recepticals.
Chickens: Adults too scared to ride various E-ticket rides.
Pramatics: parents who operate Prams like they where (a) ambulances (b) snow plows (c) special tickets that grant magical passage through crowded walk ways (inspired by DisneyGal)
*note* this list was made by me and Mi Familia during our lifetime of trips to Disneyland. Feel free to add your own entries. If you take offence to any of the above definitions, relax. We aren’t talking about YOU or anyone of YOUR friends.