Standing in the middle of the happiest place on earth, surrounded by cheerful
Cast members and mesmerized tourists, I was miserable. Forcing the famous Disney smile, I pointed a Brazilian tour guide in the right direction, watching her attempt to herd twenty-five teenagers toward the African Village. "Someone as miserable as me," I thought to myself as I watch one of the boys grab her rear.
My partner at the Tree of Life entrance was trying to explain to a family of four that the Terminator 3d movie was not a Disney attraction. …
