Photo is from a Flickr set of unhappy people at Disney World. Found on BoingBoing
That's right, and I'm pissed about it. No Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, No 10,000 Leagues Under the Sea, No Huge Golfball-shaped ride at Epcot. I'm pretty sure all this anger comes from the time when I was too young to go on Space Mountain myself, so my dad and brother went and rode it before I woke up. Oh God, I'm crying again... dammit this Florida thing is taking me on an emotional roller coaster ride (pun intended).
The Social in Orlando is a rectangular place with a stage that's about 100 feet long and 5 inches deep, which means our jumping and jostling was restricted, which means I almost fell over a bunch of times. Note, I said almost. But hey, the tour's not over yet!