Dirty Story
In college I had this job at Disney World and sometimes I worked in a candy store. And the candy store had one of those big Jelly Belly displays, the kind where you can buy each flavor separately for about a million dollars a pound. Kids were really drawn to that jelly bean wall. They'd pull the lever and let those jelly beans flow, right out into the plastic tray thing and into their mouths, too, I bet. Thieves. Sometimes their parents would care but sometimes they wouldn't because some people think being at Disney gives your kids license to act like little hellions and spill jelly beans everywhere.
As an employee-oh, excuse me- Cast Member- I'd have to go around and scoop up all those errant beans and put them into this giant box we kept under the counter. Then when the box was full we'd return it to Jelly Belly and get credit for the wasted beans.
And that is why Disney is rich.
The end.
Just kidding. Not the end. So you know how sometimes you're at a job and you have to keep looking at delicious candy all day, but you can't really afford any of that candy because you make $6.25 an hour and you'd have to work for an hour just to earn enough for a Mickey Mouse Oreo? Well, that happens. So my co-workers (Castmates?) and I would scrounge through the Jelly Belly box and pick out our favorites. For me, cinnamon. Red with yellow dots. Those are the only good ones. And we were pretty happy with this situation, the free jelly beans, the smiling happy children, the crazy hours, the meager pay. You know, really just living the dream.
Then one day another coworker saw us eating out of the Jelly Belly box and was like, Dudes, I put floor beans in there. Beans. From off the floor. Might as well get credit for every bean we can, right?
That was the end of the free beans.
And that is the story about how I've inadvertently eaten food off the ground of Disney World.
The End.
As an employee-oh, excuse me- Cast Member- I'd have to go around and scoop up all those errant beans and put them into this giant box we kept under the counter. Then when the box was full we'd return it to Jelly Belly and get credit for the wasted beans.
And that is why Disney is rich.
The end.
Just kidding. Not the end. So you know how sometimes you're at a job and you have to keep looking at delicious candy all day, but you can't really afford any of that candy because you make $6.25 an hour and you'd have to work for an hour just to earn enough for a Mickey Mouse Oreo? Well, that happens. So my co-workers (Castmates?) and I would scrounge through the Jelly Belly box and pick out our favorites. For me, cinnamon. Red with yellow dots. Those are the only good ones. And we were pretty happy with this situation, the free jelly beans, the smiling happy children, the crazy hours, the meager pay. You know, really just living the dream.
Then one day another coworker saw us eating out of the Jelly Belly box and was like, Dudes, I put floor beans in there. Beans. From off the floor. Might as well get credit for every bean we can, right?
That was the end of the free beans.
And that is the story about how I've inadvertently eaten food off the ground of Disney World.
The End.
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