another personal anecdote about the end of the era of fun.
this past summer, disneyland, me a 35 year old adult male.
not trying to get into the parks, trying to get to a character breakfast at the grand california hotel with the rest of the family.
we were staying at the disneyland hotel.
the shortest path was through downtown disney. we had to go through security; i had a kavu sling bag, with nothing in it but a cheap bamboo flute.
the elaborate version of this story is a standup bit, but the fact is security wouldn’t let me through without surrendering my flute. we were late to breakfast as we had to walk around security to get to the other hotel, since there was no way i was giving up my silly little toy flute to a rent a cop, defending disney’s ban on musical instruments in the parks.
my first hand experience is that i couldn’t concealed carry a bamboo flute through downtown disney. fun is dead.