If the genus is Walt Disney World, then the species is The Magic Kingdom. The Scout worked there the week between Christmas Day and New Year’s Day, the time of year when the park swells from its typical 35,000 visitors a day to 70,000.
Needless to say, it was hard to avoid people.
If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.
About the third day into the job, I was talking to The Scout and he said in a tired voice, “Well, I have to go back to the Magic Kingdom…”
I began to fixate on that word couplet: “magic kingdom.” Just what is a magic kingdom?
The sheep-like ability of people to herd themselves into The Magic Kingdom at the busiest time of year at $82.00 each (one-day ticket) amazes me. It’s not that I detest Disney, it’s that I don’t understand going when it is so busy. Here in SoCal, many of us have learned to go places at ‘off’ times. Were I to go to Disneyland here, I’d go on a Tuesday in October.
My favorite thing at Disneyland is the first few seconds of the Peter Pan ride where you fly out of the window of the house and swoop over London on the way to Neverland. Since I’d prefer to swoop over the real London, I’m saving my magic pennies for that.