Z serii opowieści pracowników Disneylandu, reszta była raczej mało sympatyczna ale to mnie rozbawiło:
Niestety po angielsku :(
I worked at Club Disney for the brief time it was open. We had codes we used on the radio headsets that were coordinated with character names. For instance, code Baloo meant there was blood that needed to be cleaned up immediately. One day, I'm taking a stroll around the club to check on things when I spot a small boy about two years old taking a massive dump right in the middle of the play area. He sees me, starts to cry, and runs away with no clothing on the lower half of his body. I get on the radio and can't think of what to say as we hadn't discussed a code for "human feces in the play area and naked kid running around." So I just called, "I have a code Pooh situation in the play area and Piglet's on the loose."
Snow White being thrown over the shoulder of a drunk man in EPCOT in an attempt to carry her away.
I saw a Brazilian tour group beat the crap out of Donald Duck. To this day I still don’t know what the duck |