A Shovel, a Necktie, and a Businessman
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So I’ve recently returned from a trip to Walt Disney World, and it was a fun time.
But while waiting in line for the new Seven Dwarfs Mine Train, something happened. Something which I will not soon forget.
A man of no standards cut the line. He cut his way through the line, with no regard for the well-being of others. And if I were not so troubled by the experience, I might’ve been in awe of the brash confidence with which he carried out his plan.
But before I go further, allow me to set the scene: 9 o’clock at the Magic Kingdom. The excitement of the crowd is palpable as the gates open, and the bulk of the crowd heads straight through the center of the park to the newest roller coaster in Fantasyland, the Seven Dwarfs Mine Train. Within moments, the queue fills up, and a 45 minute line forms. Eager guests circle the attraction, desperate to save their place. Luckily, the line is moves at a brisk pace, and my restless party enters the ride’s formal queue.
The fanciful trees, colorful gems, and Snow White’s cabin surround us as we contentedly chat to pass the time.
And that’s when it happened.
A man burdened with expensive camera equipment quickly parts the crowd. People watch him inquisitively, but allow him to pass, believing he’s headed towards a larger group. The curteous patrons oblige. There’s even discussion if he’s on official Disney business, as his hat and equipment make him look like a professional photographer.
But after watching him briefly interact with various groups of people, only to move on, it becomes apparent that he has no goal other than getting to ride that train.
To this very moment, I’m appalled by his shady tactics and blatant disregard for us all.
His face will forever be etched into my memory. And I dream of a day which I meet him again and yell “Cut this!” whilst smacking him in the head.
I can only assume he’d have no idea why he’s being smacked in the head, as he probably cuts more lines in a week than that chubby kid in the second grade who pushed in front of me when it was my turn to play four square. But I would know. And I might finally be at peace.