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Motorboat Cruiser · 01-22-2005, 02:54 AM

This is how you don't want your day at Disneyland to end.

My saga begins at the Anaheim convention center for a musical instrument convention that resulted in very sore feet. Regardless, we decided to persevere and spend the evening at Disneyland. We stopped at the car and I took a bunch of stuff out of my pockets. I also removed the car key from my bulky keychain and put it in my pocket. I do this all the time, it's one less thing to carry and it always stays secure in the bottom of my front pocket. Well, until tonight that is. (I think you can see where this is going)

By the time we got over to the park and walked for a while, our feet were killing us and we decided to leave about 8:30, to get home "nice and early". Arriving back to the car, I realize that surprise of all surprises, my car key was nowhere to be found. So, we head to guest services, where a wonderful young woman tried to help us come up with a solution. The first thing we checked was to see if the key had been turned in. Nope. So then I start to think that maybe its in the car. I ask if someone can open the door so I can check. "No problem", she says. "What section are you in"? Well, I have no clue. So, back on the tram to the parking lot. I find the section and tell the tram operator who phones security. Security arrives in about 2 minutes (literally, I was amazed) and gets the car open. No key inside. Back on the tram to guest services. She suggests I call triple a. I'm not a member but I call and they say that if I become a member for $45, they can get a key made and it will probably cost me $60 out of pocket to have it sent over. Hmm, $105 for a key. I decide not to do that. I'm pretty sure I have a spare at home, it's just that my roommate isn't home to bring it to me.

Then I remember that I have Chevy Roadside assistance. Alas, they will make me a key! I call them up and well, they can't do anything for me without the VIN number of the car. Back to the Timon parking lot. I should mention that since my cell phone died early on in this adventure, I was using Disney phones, so I couldn't just call them from the parking lot. So, I get the VIN, go back to the resort, call Chevy, and they tell me that it appears that my roadside assistance ran out last month. They will be happy to bring me a key for $120 though (in cash only). Nope, that ain't going to work. Back to guest services. She tells me that my car can stay in the lot over night without getting towed. She just needs the license plate #. I'm so brain-fried, I can't think of it. Back to Timon, get the plate number, back to gues services. They fill out the form and I'm done with them. It's cold, I'm running out of change for the pay phone, and I'm pretty close to losing it. I try calling my roomate again and he answers!!! He spends 20 minutes looking for the key and can't find it but offers to come pick us up. At midnight, half freezing (we didn't think to bring jackets) he picked us up. I came home and after another 20 minutes of searching, find the spare.

So tomorrow, it is back to the resort to pick up my truck. The moral of the story folks? Pay attention to your keys at disneyland. I can be a real bad trip if you lose them.

I'm going to bed.

01-22-2005, 02:54 AM	#1
Motorboat Cruiser Cruiser of Motorboats Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: So Cal Posts: 3,665	What not to do at Disneyland...courtesy of MBC This is how you don't want your day at Disneyland to end. My saga begins at the Anaheim convention center for a musical instrument convention that resulted in very sore feet. Regardless, we decided to persevere and spend the evening at Disneyland. We stopped at the car and I took a bunch of stuff out of my pockets. I also removed the car key from my bulky keychain and put it in my pocket. I do this all the time, it's one less thing to carry and it always stays secure in the bottom of my front pocket. Well, until tonight that is. (I think you can see where this is going) By the time we got over to the park and walked for a while, our feet were killing us and we decided to leave about 8:30, to get home "nice and early". Arriving back to the car, I realize that surprise of all surprises, my car key was nowhere to be found. So, we head to guest services, where a wonderful young woman tried to help us come up with a solution. The first thing we checked was to see if the key had been turned in. Nope. So then I start to think that maybe its in the car. I ask if someone can open the door so I can check. "No problem", she says. "What section are you in"? Well, I have no clue. So, back on the tram to the parking lot. I find the section and tell the tram operator who phones security. Security arrives in about 2 minutes (literally, I was amazed) and gets the car open. No key inside. Back on the tram to guest services. She suggests I call triple a. I'm not a member but I call and they say that if I become a member for $45, they can get a key made and it will probably cost me $60 out of pocket to have it sent over. Hmm, $105 for a key. I decide not to do that. I'm pretty sure I have a spare at home, it's just that my roommate isn't home to bring it to me. Then I remember that I have Chevy Roadside assistance. Alas, they will make me a key! I call them up and well, they can't do anything for me without the VIN number of the car. Back to the Timon parking lot. I should mention that since my cell phone died early on in this adventure, I was using Disney phones, so I couldn't just call them from the parking lot. So, I get the VIN, go back to the resort, call Chevy, and they tell me that it appears that my roadside assistance ran out last month. They will be happy to bring me a key for $120 though (in cash only). Nope, that ain't going to work. Back to guest services. She tells me that my car can stay in the lot over night without getting towed. She just needs the license plate #. I'm so brain-fried, I can't think of it. Back to Timon, get the plate number, back to gues services. They fill out the form and I'm done with them. It's cold, I'm running out of change for the pay phone, and I'm pretty close to losing it. I try calling my roomate again and he answers!!! He spends 20 minutes looking for the key and can't find it but offers to come pick us up. At midnight, half freezing (we didn't think to bring jackets) he picked us up. I came home and after another 20 minutes of searching, find the spare. So tomorrow, it is back to the resort to pick up my truck. The moral of the story folks? Pay attention to your keys at disneyland. I can be a real bad trip if you lose them. I'm going to bed.
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