Three cast members were "playing in the park" on their day off. For fun, they decided to queue up in front of the door to the riverboat lead's office, around the corner from the Hall of Presidents entrance, in Liberty Square. Sure enough, within a minute, a couple walked up to them.
"What are you in line for?" the man asked.
"I don't know, but we're first!" the leader of the three replied, while the others did their best to keep straight faces.
The man turned to his partner, shrugged, and joined the line.
Within minutes on this busy summer day, two dozen others had joined the queue, which was now snaking toward the stockade. When the line reached the riverboat, cutting off the path toward the Haunted Mansion, the original three grinned at one another and the leader nodded. He turned to the first man who'd joined the queue.
"Darn it, it's almost time for our lunch reservations at the castle. Gotta go."
With that, the three walked over to the riverboat landing, suppressing laughs the whole way. The leader waved at the riverboat greeter, whom he knew, and said, "I don't know what's going on, but a huge queue is forming in front of the lead's office. You better check it out."
The three then ran for it, as the greeter walked over to the front of the queue, wondering why a line would have formed in front of a unmarked (though well-themed) utility door.
"Excuse me, sir," he asked the man who'd first joined the queue, "but what do you think you are in line for?"
"I don't know," he replied. "But I'm first!"
Before I was born, right after they were married, my mother and father attended the world's fair. My father was interested in taking photographs, and my mother didn't want to follow him all over the fair. It was also very crowded and hot, so she looked for a shady, out-of-the-way spot to wait for him to come back to find her. She was just standing there, minding her own business, when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Pardon me, ma'am, but what are we in line for?"
When she looked behind her, she had a huge long line standing there expectantly waiting.
I think that was the same trip where she spotted the kid eating an ice cream cone. He tried to take a huge bite out of the ice cream, but he knocked it out of the cone and onto the ground.
Nonchalontly, he reached down, picked up the ice cream from the sidewalk, and put it back on top of the cone.
Mom heard the kid declare "Oops. There it goes again!" as he walked away, happily eating his ice cream cone.
My buddy and I would go to the art gallery and stand in front of blank, white walls, observing intently at something that wasn't there. Sure enough, some people would come and stand behind us and observe, too. The art gallery crowd is a little different than the theme park crowd, so rather than ask us what we could possibly be looking at, they'd continue to watch the wall, thinking that "we'll get it, eventually".
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