Now, we all know I am not a mathematician, but even I can round up to come up with the number of roughly $400 for a family of four to walk through the gates and enter “The Most Magical Place on Earth.”
Do the executives think we all have magical money trees growing in our backyards too? The last time I ventured out back to my lot, I only saw cottonwood trees and the only things blowing from them were the cottonwood puffs, which in turn made my eyes itch and water.
Now it seems as if the cost of tickets to Disney is making parents eyes water with tears of frustration.
I guess I am part of the minority when I say “I have zero desire to take my children to the most magical place on Earth.”
To me, walking around with a billion other people, standing in line to ride rides that are less than 2 minutes long and buying food that eats up an entire paycheck, is not what I have in mind when it comes to “family time” on vacation.
Then again, I should probably mention I have already been to Disney in Florida when I was in band (cue, remember that one time, at band camp …) as a freshman in high school.
Here’s what I remember about my “wonderful trip to Disney …” (and yes, I know, I have these “GREAT” memories, so don’t tell me, “At least you have those memories Melissa!” because I know I have them as they are embedded in my mind for all eternity.)
1. We ate dinner at some ancient place while we watched men on horses battle. We were served a small chicken – sans silverware – because they did not use utensils back in time. It was gross.
2. I got lost with Allison Beerbower, who then tripped over a fence, as we were trying to make our way back to find our band members.
3. I got “felt up” by a “duck” (man in costume) when we were taking photos with the duck. Pervert!
4. Epcot Center was boring.
5. I got the chicken pox on the last day of our trip. I rode nearly 24 hours on a bus back home, clipping my nails and applying calamine lotion all over my body. Let’s all keep in mind I was 15 years old, so yes, you must feel bad for me when reading this … high school. Freshman. Chicken pox.
So, back to Disney folks raising the cost to get it … it’s a screw job – plain and simple. If they want people to meet Mickey Mouse and the rest of the Disney gang, they are going to have to take a long look at the people who WANT to visit. Most of them do not have $400 sitting around a drawer at home. Most of them do not have enough money to get them through a week of food at their own home, let alone pay the cost of meals at Disney.
Plain and simple – money does NOT grow on trees in the United States of America.
But maybe it does grow on trees at the “Wonderful World of Disney?”