You know you're fat when you see a trash can and think "dining table"

This was something I heard a guest say at about 2:30 am on Sunday morning that made me chuckle to myself. Yes, you heard me right, I was awake. And happy. At 2:30 am. Walt Disney world has an annual event called, "Disney Wine and Dine Half-Marathon" where about 12,000 runners begin at 10:00 pm and run 13.1 miles through three of the Disney parks and end at Epcot where they receive a free beer or glass of wine at the finish line.
If anyone knows or has met the person came up with this idea and conveniently doesn't work at Epcot, please send me a message with their name and address. Or phone number. I don't like confrontation.
So I get to work at 10:00 pm on Saturday evening and left at 4:30 am on Sunday morning. To your and my surprise, it was probably the best shift of my life. I had prepared by watching General Conference, receiving a package from Elder Chugg, and taking a nap on Saturday. I got to the park and there were already about 10,000 guests drinking the night away and waiting to greet the runners. Every attraction and all 27 food kiosks were open until 3:00 am and by the time the park filled with all of the runners, it was packed! We had a live DJ and music and lights all night which helped only added to the energized, drunk mood. I had a very interesting might observing and interacting with a lot of different guests and cast members and it was a lot of fun! I didn't have to deal with any angry drunks, only happy drunks. We were told repeatedly to expect a lot of vomit, so I was all pumped up for that! Unfortunately... fortunately... not one person threw up the the World Showcase! As one of my co-workers said to me, "Tonight they went straight from drinking to passing out and skipped the whole vomit step." He was right - I saw about four different people passed out and receiving medical attention. All in all, it was a fun night and by the time I got home, I had about six hours before I had to leave for my next shift. Yippee.
Here are some weekend highlights:
-A middle-aged man caught my eye the other day and started walking toward me. I assumed he had a question about directions or food recommendations but I soon spotted the lit cigarette in his hand. I started psyching myself up for a smoking-section confrontation but as he got closer he mouthed, "I know, I know." Once he reached me, he took one last drag from his cigarette and proceeded to put it out in his hand. He motioned for my trash pan and I let him put the cigarette butt in the pan and before he walked away he muttered, "You didn't see anything" and displayed his ash-filled hand behind his back for all to see. Someone is looking for attention.
-Shortly after midnight on Sunday, a tipsy man approached me and asked how to get to the "big ball" which is a question that I get a lot. I directed him to the Epcot icon and he walked away. About 7 seconds later he approached me and said, "We can do this one of two ways. I can sneak around you and secretly take a picture of you or I can just ask to take a picture of you for your smile." I laughed strangely and told him he had my permission. He continued to ramble about me not having a Disney-issued smile and custodians and his daughter-in-law and sweeping leaves. I really don't know. All I know is that he took my picture, showed it to me, and left. All I learned from that is that my genuine happiness shows while I'm working! At least in the eyes of drunk people...
-So there is this older guy. I've seen him probably five times in the four weeks that I've been here. He comes out after dark and rides around World Showcase in a motor wheelchair/scooter with a mad hatter hat that is decorated to the brim with lights. I have yet to see his face because it is dark when he is out and the lights around his face are so bright that they make it impossible to make out any features. Sometimes when he is driving past people and the stare or make a comment, he'll give them something to stare at and he flips a switch that lights up the entire wheelchair. Very fancy. I haven't even gotten to the strange part yet. He is always alone and he rarely stops moving. Except when he reaches the front of a country around the promenade. He turns to face the front of the country with his back toward the lagoon, puts it in park, lifts his hat with both hands, and rotates it in a circular motion for about five rotations. Then he places his hat back on his head, kicks it back into gear, and continues on to the next country. I am determined to find out his motives one day.
-A little girl, probably four years old, approached me to trade pins and after she picked out a Mickey Mouse pin of mine that she wanted, she asked me if I liked Ariel. I told her I love Ariel and she is one of my favorites. The girl's eyes lit up and she replied, "Then it's your lucky day!" and handed me an Ariel pin in exchange for my Mickey pin. I smiled as she ran away. Sometimes you need a four year old girl to remind you how luck you really are.