Good Days, Bad Days

So, finally, a real post.

 

Here are a few of the true stories I’ve experienced (and my roommates).

 

First, a Bad Story.

 

One of my roommates works in a hotel. I won’t say which or which, so we’ll say it’s Gretel who works at the Sleep Easy. Tonight, before her training shift ended, a man and his wife came huffing over to her carrying a large silver platter. Piled on it was a beautiful basket full of fruits, some expensive cheese and crackers, as well as some glass bottles of Evian water.

“Oh, how nice,” exclaims Gretel.

“You can have it,” says the man, “I don’t want it.”

The man then proceeds to complain that it was his birthday, and his daughter’s birthday the next day, and they just got back at ten pm from the Magic Kingdom to find this birthday surprise waiting for him (along with a bottle of wine). He was so apparently (I’m guessing since the staff couldn’t figure out what the guests wanted) offended that the Sleep Easy did not tell him ahead of time what they were doing, planned foods according to his tastes, and then monitered his movements at the park to know when he was coming home so they could bring it up fresh. He did not like that the food had been sitting out all day. He was offended that they brought him wine, because he doesn’t drink wine and this was such a burden and an insult. He did not receive a birthday card from Mickey, and that was unacceptable. He did not have an ocean view room (no hotel in Orlando has an ocean view room since we’re in the middle of the state) and that was unacceptable.

He said that he wanted to have seen a list of the ammenities and then pick them out himself. The staff said that it was a surprise birthday gift. That was, in the guests’ opinion (his wife, though quiet, was extremely aggressive and rude) insulting. He didn’t know that the hotel gave the guests ammenities, which the hotel staff said that they didn’t, this was a surprise to make up for not having an ocean view room, in addition to the $500 that the hotel had given him earlier that day to spend however the family wished.

In the end, after a forty minute tirade, the man yelled that his daughter was to have a card from his daughter’s favorite character, a personal birthday phone call, and a chocolate birthday cake brought up fresh to the family. However, he didn’t know how the hotel was going to do that since the family wouldn’t be coming back until ten and he didn’t want to give his daughter cake at ten at night (he later ended up demanding a cake that night, which was at 11 pm).

So, stay tuned for the rest because that was all that happened tonight with that story.

 

The Sad(ish) News

Another of my roommates works at a restaurant in the Magic Kingdom where the guests get to eat with the characters. One night, while it was very busy, a man came up and asked if he and his wife could enter. My roommate explained that you need to have a reservation to enter the restaurant. The man leaned in with tears in his eyes and explained that his wife was dying of brain cancer and her final wish was to meet Tigger. Now, people here hear this kind of thing all the time. And it seems about fifty/fifty of if they are telling the truth (isn’t that horrible?). My roommate called to get her manager, and while they were waiting, the man asked if the wife could sit down since it was hard for her to stand very long. However, the manager answered before she could sit that they could come in and quickly meet Tigger. The man led in his wife, who ran sobbing to Tigger and gave him a long, wet hug as she just cried into his shoulder. After a few minutes of crying on the wife’s part, the husband’s part, and some of the other guest’s part, the man and wife left. The man thanked my roommate, and the women, who’s cancer had apparently spread to the part of the brain that resulted in her thinking she was a kid, exclaimed happily to my roommate: “I got to meet Tigger today.”

 

Now two of my stories, two of my three favorites so far.

I was leaving from working the pin cart that enters ToonTown when a little girl named Anna came up and asked to see my pins. She was around four years old, and she had a birthday pin and was surrounded by tons of adult relatives. I squatted to show her the pins on the lanyard around my neck (as part of the pin trading process that is a popular hobby among guests and workers). She liked my Chip n Dale key pin. When she started to take off her Tinker Bell pin (she was wearing a Tink shirt) I exclaimed, “Not Tinkerbell!” Her family started freaking out, telling her not to do it, that she doesn’t have to do it. So I took her hands off the pin and put them on the one I was holding out.

“Here,” I said, “It’s a birthday gift. Have a super happy birthday, Anna.”

Her family kept thanking me, their eyes were so wide with shock. Anna was nonchalant (after all, kids are used to free things, everything is free to a kid) and excitedly showed her mom her new pin.

 

The next is just a funny story.

A little girl named Madeleine also had a birthday pin, which says her name and that it’s her birthday. The girl working next to me, Julie, waved to her and said, “Happy birthday Madeleine!”
She ran to her mom and whisper shouted, “Mom, she knew my name!”

A little while later, Julie was ringing up her mom’s transaction I asked how old she was. She held up five fingers. “Wow!” I exclaimed (we exclaim a lot here at the Magic Kingdom), “A whole handful!”

“Do you know how many fingers Mickey has?” Asked the girl next to me to Madeleine, “Four.”

“You’re older than Mickey!” I exclaimed for who knows what reason.

The girl just kinda smiled in response, but as her mom was leading her away Madeleine pulled on her mom’s arm and said, “Mom! I’m older than Mickey!”

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