Why is it that I never say anything like (and I quote, indirectly) : “You know,I feel really comfortable in Dunkin Donuts”. I just don’t know.
All my finals are over. I studied like crazy, and my hands and fingers still are sore from writing so much. On the upside, I’ve gotten A’s on all of my papers. Unfortunately, there are courses where I have gotten A’s on the papers, and will still probably fail the course.
However, what I wanted to relate to you is what happened to me during my wild trip to Disneyland. In 1987, my dad and I went to Disneyland. For a day (and only one..). Take into account that we live in Canada. However, we left our house on a Saturday morning, and came back on Sunday afternoon. Factor in a flight to and from Los Angeles. My mother didn’t go, somehow she didn’t want to go to the “Happiest Place on earth”. I’ve never gotten an explanation.
I have many memories of Disneyland. One of my favourites is the time I was approached by a stranger. I should first point out that I had eaten some ice cream at the time (the first for a long time). Actually, a vast amount of ice cream, a substance which at that point would readily invoke a rather nasty response. So I was outside afterwards, in the 30 degree (Celsius) heat wearing a jacket. Some tourist guy (not like I was a tourist) comes up to me an says : Aren’t you hot in that there Jacket? Well, my response was to lean over the fence and get rather sick.
Now, I should point out that this is not really the good part of the story. Nor is it the part of Disneyland that I really with to take away with me in my memories. The beautiful part of this was the look on the guys face. He sort of looked like I’d pulled a live lizard out of my ear or something. He just got all bug eyed, put his hands up the air like I was holding him hostage, backed up slowly and fled the scene of the crime. I’ll never forget the look on his face.
Oh, and I went on some rides too.