So...There we are...All of our fat asses are crammed into this little rocket ship and we are cleared for launch.
Now, instead of turning off to the right track, we go off to the left track and pull up to a black curtain. There's a dude standing there with some roll away stairs and he starts unloading us from the rocket car with no explanation whatsoever.
Now......There are 8 people standing around wondering WTF is going on and why the dude has not clued us all in.
Then the guy directs us all through a doorway marked for employees only. We wander around a corner, up some steps, and into the heart of the computer control room for Space Mountain.
At this point some of the group is getting excited because it's obvious that we have been randomly selected for a special tour of Space Mountain...How cool is that?
Moving on........
Somebody asked why the guy was not saying anything and my sister suggested that it was all part of the grand plot and added suspense to the special tour.
Our new "tour guide" tells us to continue on and go out the next door we come to. That door dumps us all back out into the main line. Now we are all standing there looking confused and my sister pipes up to the dude and asks him WTF is going on. You could tell that he heard her question clear as day but he still stalled as if hadn't and asked her what she had said.
Please keep in mind that I do love my sister but facts are facts and the fact is that she was the largest person in the group of 8. The dude looks at her, looks down at the ground, and mumbles that the rock car was too heavy.
So.....Once again we cram our fat asses into another rocket....This time, they only put 4 of us in for some reason.
I'm tempted to post the pic but it truly is a horrible shot. Centrifugal force does not play nice with fat people at high speeds.
Pure fucken comedy if you ask me. I laughed about that shit for the next hour.
