Don’t Surf On Space Mountain

The rocket ship coaster car on Space Mountain came to a halt.  Thankfully we were in the beginning of the ride in that little tunnel with all of the flashing lights.  If you’ve ever been to Disneyland and ridden Space Mountain, you know it’s a roller coaster in the dark.  The opening section of the ride is set up like a space station launch tunnel that leads you into a slow climb full of streaming lights and a countdown.  Then you’re whisked away over the other side to enjoy a thrilling ride in the blackness of “space”, the terrified screams of fellow park visitors, and 1960s sound effects.

So when the ride halted in the middle of the space station launch tunnel, I thought to myself, “I’m glad that the ride broke down here where we can still see, and not in the middle where it’s nearly pitch black.”   As if on cue, all the lights switched off. What followed was what normally happens when all light in a room full of people is suddenly extinguished. There are the obligatory screams of “Eeek!” and “That’s my leg!” and “Who’s in my mouth?” 

Once we’d all settled down, that’s when I felt it.  A phantom finger, from out of the shadows, brushed against my lips.  The finger quickly retracted followed by the sound of mad cackling.

This really happened.

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