Had the worst gas of my life at Disneyland. I remember the indoor line at Space Mountain. It was potent enough to affect the line. There was nowhere to go. People would try to move away and cringe. They would audibly respond with things like “mother of god”, “did someone shit their pants?” and “mommy, make it stop”. It shouldn’t have been, but it was morbidly satisfying watch the affect on a captive audience.
Used to work attractions at Anaheim Dland. On the Indiana Jones Adventure there are 3 48″ height checkpoints which small guests must hit, and there’s often drama here. One of the lowest points in my Disney career was having to height check a midget. I couldn’t make eye contact. All he said was, “Really?” and I hung my head in shame and nodded. Another time an African American family had made it all the way down to the last checkpoint, which was in the station. The poor kid was too short but the mom lost her mind when I said her child couldn’t ride. She started screaming at the top of her lungs that “this racist motherfucker wont let my precious baby girl on the ride” “You are racist, you are racist” etc etc. Cleared out the station, temporarily shut down the ride. She was escorted out and banned from the park.
Tl;dr: Height checked a midget, didn’t let a little girl ride because she was black
I was working in the kitchen at Cinderella’s castle when this family of 4 came in for their dinner. About half way through the dinner the husband politely stands up and taps his glass for attention. He announced that his wife of 15 years has been cheating in him for over a year. The entire place stood still in shock. He motioned for his kids paid the waitress and left the wife crying at the table.