The Happiest Place On Earth… As Long As You Stand On The Sidewalk
I work at a theme park. One day, I was working crowd control as the daily parade was nearly due, and a couple of my young, female coworkers came up to me asking for help with a problem they couldn’t deal with. I’m used to this, being a male in my sixties who looks like management even though I’m not.
Me: “What’s the issue?”
They simply pointed to a man with a video camera standing in the middle of the street… right where the floats would flatten him.
Me: “Ask security to stand by.”
Then, I went to speak with the man.
Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but you can’t film from the street. I need you to get up on the sidewalk for that.”
Man: “With the amount of money I spent to get my family in here, I can film anyplace I d*** please.”
Me: “Yeah, no.”
I held my hat up in front of his lens.
Man: “Get that hat and your a** the f*** out of my way or I’ll break your arm!”
I smiled; now that he had threatened violence, it wasn’t my problem anymore. I waved over [Security Guard], who had just arrived.
Man: *Shouting at [Security Guard]* “Don’t you even say anything, or I’ll break your arm, too!”
Now it was [Security Guard]’s turn to smile and pass the issue along, radioing for the sheriff’s deputies who were on duty in the park.
Hearing this, I grabbed a custodial worker who was sweeping the street.
Me: “Hey, I’m going to have a mess for you to clear in a minute.”
Custodian: “That’s new. Usually, I get called in after the mess is made.”
Me: “Yeah, well, watch this guy the deputy is dealing with.”
This was just in time to hear the deputy say:
Deputy: “I’m only going to say this once: get on the sidewalk now.”
Man: “I’m not going to—”
This was followed by an “oof,” a “smash,” and a “clack,” which were the sounds of the deputy pulling one arm behind the man’s back, his camera hitting the ground as he dropped it, and the handcuffs latching on as the deputy walked the man off to his fate.
I turned back to the custodian, pointing to the broken camera.
Me: “See? A mess!”
My custodian friend was chuffed and went to work quickly, as the parade was approaching.
I scanned the crowd and found a mother with two kids with that “he’s doing it again” look on her face, and I explained.
Me: “You three might as well stay here and enjoy the parade; it’ll take a couple of hours to process him. If you go to the Guest Services office right across the street after the parade, they’ll give you information about posting bail or picking him up, depending.”
They stayed, and I hope they enjoyed the parade. I know I did.