Sure, many are still Winnie the Poohs, but there are now more than a few Donald Ducks in the ranks.ĭuring a seasonal downpour, a kid playing arcade games asked a cast member if he could win a prize. Maybe it’s the grind of months of trying to get people to wear masks, but there’s been a noticeable pivot in attitude. “Your party should be standing together on the number on the floor.” The number is approximately the size of a single PEZ.ĬOVID symptoms: Disney employees (sorry, “cast members”) famously keep smiling like they’re wearing a plastic Mickey Mouse head. And it’s hardly reassuring when they implore you to pack close together.
But hey, this is one ride that wasn’t going to be over in a minute even after a wait of 29 months. I should have expected it given that Disney essentially declared the pandemic to be over a few weeks ago by removing its final safety protocols. After all, it may be a small world, but everyone seemed to be in the same place. This is a long way of saying I went to Orlando, Fla., last week so you don’t have to.Īctually, you were probably there too. Yeah, there’s a lot of joy here, but most people don’t get what they want. This is the life lesson I’m reminded of every time I’m in The Happiest Place on Earth. That’s if you ever even get a chance to strap in. After a 90-minute wait, the ride lasts less than a minute. They lure you with rides and attractions that might as well be poison apples. My theory is perhaps best illustrated at Walt Disney World, which trains kids for life’s letdowns and that there’s a lightning lane for 10-percenters. Or your house, which was your third, fourth.