Merry Christmas To The Magic Kingdom

 It was a rather unusual night at the Magic Kingdom.  Every night is unusual, but this one was just weird.  It began with a peanut butter bomb!  Little homemade nuggets of goodness made by one of the Kings Knights.   Butter, peanut butter and powdered sugar covered in chocolate can soothe the savage beast.

I arrived early as usual, but spent the time sitting in my truck watching the parking lot just 50 feet away.  A young man was there, dressed in sweat pants, a long dress and a long coat.  I rather imagine he was homeless and looking for his next fix.  

As I watched, he walked up and kicked the back door of the building like the entire thing would just fall down.  Good grief!!  Then he did it again before looking my direction.  What that for my benefit or was he really trying to break in to the building?  Apparently he didn't notice the door opens towards him.  It was a sign of things to come.

I opened on time and divested 118 people of their money.  While sitting there quietly, I heard a loud noise.  Someone was banging on the back glass door with their fist.  I always check that door first thing to make sure it's locked since it's at my back with all that money at my front.  Not seeing who it was, I just pointed to the front door.

Suddenly there was a very disturbing looking man standing in front of me with huge headphones, two backpacks and a gigantic black bag full of something.  He smelled none too good.  My antenna went up like a rocket.  

He wanted to know what it cost to do this and how much he could win.  I knew in a flash there was no way he could afford this, but I went through the spiel anyway, hoping he would wander out again.  He finally walked away as I made a dash for the back room full of big strong men.

They followed him back to the kitchen cash register where he demanded food.  By then there were five men surrounding him.  They gave him a couple of tamales from a pan someone had brought in and escorted him to the door.  Thankfully this time there was no call to the police.  You just never know what to expect.  

Then came time to hand out the gift cards to the peasants.  Apparently the King felt generous because each card handed out was worth $10 upon their return trip towards Bingo cards.  That meant the infernal machine and I crossed paths while I tried to figure out how to make that happen so it would spit out a tag with the same number of dollars as were actually in the till.  Reason being, I won't be here to do it for them.

Honestly, I expected cheers and clapping, but got nothing.  I didn't even hear a thank you.  You never can predict the Bingo crowd.  

By the end of the evening, I had two people capable of handling the $10 credit and was ready to leave the building. They have me on speed dial should anything happen with the infernal machine.  Bingo will now be closed until the first week in January.  I waved goodby as I drove out of sight, first making sure that guy wasn't anywhere near my truck.  

Merry Christmas to the Magic Kingdom!