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Remembering Why
Can You Feel A Little Love?
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OTHER VOICES


MISCELLANEOUS
Webcam

Hi. It's Mickey. What Are You Wearing?

An odd little story I forgot to share until now.

Here's the setting: Monday night somewhere between nine and ten. I am sitting on the couch waiting patiently for approximately twenty minutes listening to the hip hop versions of several Disney movie songs while on hold with the priority seating/ dining reservation number at Walt Disney World. Suddenly someone finally answers.

Disney Pervert: (In what seemed an uncomfortable voice) Hello this is yadda yadda. Thank you for calling yadda yadda Disney dining yadda yadda. How may I help you?

Me: Hello. I am trying to find out if I can make reservations for the character breakfast at Cinderella's Castle on Saturday July 12th. I already have reservations for lunch at The Crystal Palace on July 5th but we were thinking of waiting until the next weekend to go if we could get in to have breakfast with Cinderella.

Disney Pervert: (Deep Inhale which ended in what sounded like him holding his breath)

Very long pause. I would guess about sixty seconds. At this point I couldn't here familiar customer service background noise such as typing but I thought he was checking the schedule and looking for a table for us. After about a minute passed...

Me: Hello? Are you still there?

Silence, then sort of a shuffling noise. Then more silence. At this point I thought maybe he was just annoyed that I called at all or something and was not in the mood to provide me with the usual banter that customer service people ususally do when they are trying to look for something on their screen and keep you holding at the same time. So, I waited a few more seconds then I tried again.

Me: Heeeeello? Are you there?

Disney Pervert: (what sounded like a long exhale while shuddering kind of noise)

Then a click and nothing. The call was ended.

I, thinking that entire thing was quite odd and somehow left with the suspicious feeling that I had just been on the listening end of a semi-quiet phone sex session, relayed the whole experience to Terry who then insisted that I needed to call back and ask for a supervisor and tell them the whole thing just as I had told him only in a really pissed off tone.

Reluctantly, I dialed again. At this point I had given up the desire to try to change the reservation. I really didn't want to sit on hold for another twenty minutes just so I could relay the whole tale to someone who probably wouldn't give a rat's ass (no pun intended) and probably has no way of knowing who I spoke to since I didn't commit the name to memory. I was automatically put on hold. I waited a few minutes and then decided it wasn't worth my time. I hung up. But how weird is that?

Posted by gwendolyn on July 03, 2003 at 02:13 PM