(This is a rant, but it’s not about a member of the board, trolls, or anything large enough to put in the Pit.)
I just got back from Disneyland, helping Bri chaperone the students from his school (this was a reward for the well-behaved ones, keep that in mind). And you know, I have no desire to go back in the foreseeable future. Why? I was frinkin’ PUMMELED by rude, shovey people.
Now, this isn’t being brushed. This isn’t accidentally bumping someone with a shoulder as they try and make it by you. This is an all-out body slam of great force–sometimes head-on–as they hurriedly (and forcibly) shove you out of the way as they stampede toward their destination. This hard body slam happened to me not once, not twice, but four frickin’ times today.
First time: getting on the tram from the parking lot. There was a huge crowd, the majority of it junior highers. When it was finally time for Bri and I to get on, a punk-ass boy, one of Bri’s students, shoved me out of the way to get on first. Pissed, I grabbed him forcibly by his jacket and pulled him off the tram, sharply saying “No pushing, wait your turn!” while Brian said, “Hey, she comes after me!” He wound up on the next tram.
Second time: Getting into “Innoventions.” This time it was an adult 30ish man. When the door opened for us to go in, he rammed into me, hard, so much so that I was nearly knocked to the ground. He didn’t even look in my direction, nonetheless say “Oh, sorry, excuse me”–he just busted on into the place.
Third time: Video arcade. Another junior higher busted into me trying to catch up with my friends. No apology, no eye contact, just giggles and running.
Fourth time: This one left the mark. 
Just a few steps after Bri and I got up off a bench to leave, a man pushing a stroller (part of a large crowd) rammed into me so hard that this time I was indeed knocked off my feet. I wound up falling into the man pushing it while the stroller’s frame smashed into my shins. At least that guy apologized (and so did I–neither of us really saw each other). However, my shin is still throbbing, and there are two ugly knots forming.
Effin’ crowds. It really put on a damper on my day there. And you know what, it happened 4 times to me, but not once to my 6’5" fiancé. I’m not exactly short–I’m 5’7"–but apprently it’s not big enough to be intimidating–or more easily seen.
So, screw it. No more crowds for me.
