(This is inspired by u/bearetico and his fabulous Disneyland stories)
“Ugh!” I groaned as my bestie tugged on my hand excitedly. You’d think she was a small child, how stoked she was to be here.
Don’t get me wrong – I enjoy Disneyland, and the films. It’s just at 23, I didn’t expect Sara to be so juvenile about the whole experience.
So two hours later my feet are aching and I’m getting a bit annoyed, so to pacify me a little, Sara coaxes me to part of the park where we can chill with a drink and so on.
“Ugh,” I commented again, (my favourite word apparently,) “Look.” Her head turns, and she claps sight onto Gaston and Belle a few feet away, acting their parts and doing their bit.
“What a cool job!” Sara sighed, sucking some soda up her straw.
My nose curled a little as I grinned. “Too bad Belle has the misfortune of hanging with Gaston. He’s one of the grosses villains in Disney movies.”
Too late did I hear the sound of footsteps coming closer.
“What is this I hear?” Demanded a deep voice that was dripping with self importance, “I, a gross man?! All the girls love Gaston.”