I’m about to step onto the boat on Pirates of the Caribbean when I turn to the ride operator to ask whether I, traveling solo, should slide in next to the two strangers already seated on a long bench seat or wait for the next vessel.
“This isn’t Knott’s Berry Farm!” the staffer tells me happily. It takes me a moment to decipher that his response means I’m indeed supposed to wait. While nearby theme park Knott’s apparently packs people in, I get a whole row to myself here at Disneyland.
Pluto in 1967.
Disney has always prided itself on being different. It’s not just the
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