And How Was It?
Aug. 7th, 2008 08:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jmfargoDaisy Duck, Donald's girlfriend, doesn't like me.
I mean, really, that's what I got out of this whole trip. We went to a character breakfast. Mickey was there, Goofy, and Donald too. They all liked me, got a picture with me, fooled around to get me to smile. Daisy? She came to our table, let me take a picture of her and my wife together, turned around and walked away.
Okay, no big deal. She's probably tired from being at this thing all morning. It's hot, most likely she just didn't think that I'd want my picture taken with her, since I'm a guy.
It's later in breakfast. The characters are all coming around to say goodbye. Goofy high-fived me, Mickey gave me a hug, and Donald came by to wave. Here comes Daisy, and I'll get to say goodbye. Okay, that will be just fine, and maybe I can ask for a quick picture with her, just because I'm there and want my picture with all the characters that were at the breakfast.
She turns around right before getting to our table. There's no one else in our little nook. She didn't wave from a distance. She just looked over, turned around, and went about her day.
Daisy Duck hates me.
And I don't even know why.
I mean, really, that's what I got out of this whole trip. We went to a character breakfast. Mickey was there, Goofy, and Donald too. They all liked me, got a picture with me, fooled around to get me to smile. Daisy? She came to our table, let me take a picture of her and my wife together, turned around and walked away.
Okay, no big deal. She's probably tired from being at this thing all morning. It's hot, most likely she just didn't think that I'd want my picture taken with her, since I'm a guy.
It's later in breakfast. The characters are all coming around to say goodbye. Goofy high-fived me, Mickey gave me a hug, and Donald came by to wave. Here comes Daisy, and I'll get to say goodbye. Okay, that will be just fine, and maybe I can ask for a quick picture with her, just because I'm there and want my picture with all the characters that were at the breakfast.
She turns around right before getting to our table. There's no one else in our little nook. She didn't wave from a distance. She just looked over, turned around, and went about her day.
Daisy Duck hates me.
And I don't even know why.
