Why Daily?
I'm really wondering why I called this Disneyland Everyday. I should have done Disneyland Every Week. That would be easier to fill.
Hey, rope drop. Remember that? It's the thing we need to make sure we don't miss. The fact is, when we get there in time for rope drop we have about three hours where the park feels pretty empty. Sure, we have to wait in a line or two, but only for 5-10 minutes. It's absolutely the best time to be at the park.
I do like the Pink Box donuts. Our motel this year is very near the Pink Box bakery!
I also like the big White Castle gas station. It's like a low rent Disneyland!
You know, we haven't really done anything with Pirates in a while on this blog.
Maybe you heard, they have a restaurant at the Pirates ride too.
Here's the long story. I think this is only a few days from the end:
Worst Day Ever
As the families approached the turnstiles, there was a
noticeable spring in their step after hearing about the supposedly magical,
empty day ahead of them. Steve led the charge, his ticket in hand, ready to see
if this dream-like day of free ice cream and churros was actually real.
"Alright," Steve said, waving his ticket under the
scanner with all the confidence of a man who knew Disney like the back of his
hand.
Beep.
Nothing. The little green light didn’t flash. The gate
didn’t open. The ticket remained... unscanned.
The cast member frowned slightly, looking down at her
scanner and giving it a quick tap. "Huh. That’s odd. Let’s try
again!"
Steve slid the ticket under the scanner once more.
Beep.
Again, nothing. The cast member’s smile faltered. She tapped
her scanner a little harder this time, as if the magic was hidden deep within
the device. "Just a second, sometimes these things act up. Let me reset it
real quick."
Behind Steve, the rest of the families had already started
shifting uncomfortably. Kevin groaned, jingling his unnecessarily large
collection of necklaces and bracelets, which had caused its own security delay
earlier. “Are we going in, or what?”
"Relax," Steve called back, maintaining his calm
dad demeanor. "These things happen."
The cast member tapped at the screen again, this time with a
little more vigor, muttering something under her breath that sounded
suspiciously like, "I swear this thing was working five minutes
ago..."
She smiled apologetically at Steve. "Okay, one more
time. I think we’ve got it now."
Steve waved his ticket under the scanner again.
Beep.
Nothing.
A murmur of frustration rippled through the group. Lissa
looked at her watch and sighed. “We’ve been standing here for like ten minutes
already.”
The cast member chuckled nervously. “Oh, it’s not that
long—only about six minutes. But hey, time flies when you’re having fun,
right?”
Trevor whispered to Brandon, “Yeah, fun... if ‘fun’ means
standing in line again.”
Steve exhaled, his patience starting to fray. “Okay, is
there a way we can get this sorted out? Maybe just punch in the numbers
manually or something?”
The cast member scratched her head and glanced at her device
one more time, then back at the long line forming behind the families. “You
know... I don’t think it’s the scanner that’s the problem anymore.”
Steve blinked. “What do you mean?”
She handed the ticket back to him, looking confused herself.
“Sir... this ticket’s not scanning because... well, I don’t think it’s valid.”
Silence fell over the group. The kids, who had been joking
moments before, now stared at Steve.
“What do you mean, not valid?” Steve asked, his voice
a mix of disbelief and rising panic.
The cast member furrowed her brow. “It looks like this
ticket was used... yesterday.”
The words hung in the air like a bad smell. Steve blinked
again, his brain working overtime to process the information.
Yesterday.
Used.
Steve’s eyes went wide and watery, and his face turned several shades
paler. “Wait. Wait, wait, wait. You’re telling me... that I only bought a
one-day ticket?”
The cast member nodded sympathetically. “Yes, sir. It
appears you only had a one-day ticket, and that day was... well, yesterday.”
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