From: firstname.lastname@example.org (John Perry) Newsgroups: talk.bizarre,alt.disney.disneyland Subject: I'm Number 1 at Disneyland Date: 14 Jan 1995 00:12:02 -0800 Disneyland is going to be giving out a set of collector cards, one each day from January 21 through March 3, one for each year Dland has been open. They also gave out complete sets of the cards to the first 5000 people to buy or renew an annual pass in 1995. They had their own little section in the January 1 issue of the LA Times just to promote this. At first I thought COOL! I'll renew my passport and get the cool cards. Then my logical self interrupted, saying NAH! It's 11 in the morning. I bet collectors and card dealers have called up and bought 20 passes each just to get the sets of cards to scalp. They must be sold out on the first 5000 passes already, surely. So I went on with my day (nursing my hangover from partying the night before). Then my brother Dave called. He lives up in the Silicon Valley, but he's a much bigger collector of Disney stuff than me. Somehow he'd heard about the card sets and he wanted one (I MUST HAVE ONE I MUST HAVE ONE!). He pleaded with me to get him one (he doesn't have a credit card), but I gave him my argument that they must be sold out. Eventually, I broke down and said, alright. Call Disneyland, and if they're still available call me on conference call and we'll order them up. Three hours later Dave called back. He'd been trying to get through to the Disneyland number the whole time and hadn't been able to get through. I felt almost smug. Surely, they must be sold out. So I went on with my day (eating leftover Christmas cookies). At 7:00 my sister Judy called up. Somehow, she'd gotten through to Disneyland, and they told her that you couldn't get them over the phone. The only way to get the cards was to go to Disneyland and get it at the ticket booths. She said they told her they weren't sold out, but they were getting close. I reluctantly decided to drag my ass out from in front of the TV, and go down and get Passes and cards for everyone. I made good time getting to Disneyland, but I kept thinking I'm gonna get there and they'll sell the last one to the person in front of me (did I mention that on their 30th anniversary, the person in front of me entering the park won a car? Well, that's a different story...). I got to the park, showed my passport and headed in toward the preferred parking. There's a little row of yellow poles right under the monorail (Hi Roger) tracks that separate the preferred parking section from the peon parking, and a little row of orange cones to direct you into the narrow opening between the poles. As I was negotiating this opening, a car sped by in the preferred section. I was keeping my eye on him to make sure I stayed out of his way when I clipped a pole. It gouged up my front left quarter panel and flattened my tire. The little Disney security guys (who can take a bunch of security guys in liederhosen seriously) came out and snapped a bunch of polaroids and filled out an accident report. The report number was TR #01-95... I was the first accident at Disneyland in 1995. John p.s. I got the passes, 5 in all: 1 for me, 1 for Dave, and 3 for Judy and her 2 kids. p.p.s. When you have an accident, Disneyland is not the happiest place on Earth.
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