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Fantasy cures any recession

    I can see it now. The recession has finally swallowed me. The landlord is nailing the last two-by-four across the entrance to my final retail store. The sheriff is posting the "EVICTION NOTICE" on the wall.
   A crowd has gathered outside, including a tearful group of my now-unemployed employees and an angry band of creditors. I refuse to leave the store. The tension mounts.
   Finally, when all the television cameras have arrived and the crowd has spilled onto the street, I agreed to be escorted out the store by a contingent of sheriff’s deputies.
   Unshaven, shabbily dressed, I squint at the sunlight as the crowd roars and moves toward me. As the deputies fight off my creditors and chaos reigns, a television reporter shoves a microphone in my fact. "What are you going to do now, Nick?" he asks.
   I look into the camera and smile. "I’m going to Disneyland."
   While the $50,000 I earn for the plug will go straight to creditors, I might be able to talk the ad agency into a free trip to Disneyland for myself. I would need to see, once again, what it’s like to live in a booming economy.
   I thought of all this while visiting the ultimate in theme parks last week with my wife and four children, Muffin, 10, Buffy, 8, Apollo, 3 and Mercury, 1-1/2.
   At Disneyland, the recession does not exist. While the rest of the country is mired in stagnant doldrums, Mickey Mouse and his gang or pirates continue to rake it in.
   I first sensed this when we had to wait 30 minutes in line. Not for one of Disneyland’s thrilling rides. No, this was for the privilege of paying $27.50 per adult and $22.50 per child for admission.
   As I looked around at the hordes of people waiting patiently to drop more than $100 per family, I began to wonder what happened to the recession. I started counting heads and multiplying dollars but had trouble with the zeroes and had to stop.
   Once inside the gates, I was even more mesmerized. Everywhere I looked, people who had just paid for admission were spending more. With my children following behind, I headed for the first of countless retail stores at Disneyland.
   There were five cash registers in this particular store and they were ringing away, a line at each one. All I could do was stare, my mouth open.
   "Come on, Daddy," said Muffin, perusing the map of the park. " Let’s go to Fantasyland before it gets to crowded, and then head for Tomorrowland."
   I was still staring at customers with armfuls of merchandise. "Daddy’s already in Fantasyland, sweetheart."
   Buffy was pulling on my arm. "We didn’t come to Disneyland to look at stores." She said. "Let’s go."
   I broke out of the trance and grabbed my camera. Ignoring the groaning, I positioned the kids in front of sections of the store and snapped their picture. Posing as a tourist with children was the perfect cover for stealing ideas from a wildly successful store.
   Finally, Apollo’s whining and Mercury’s screaming drove me back into the open air. For some reason, Apollo was intent on shaking hands with a six-foot rodent.
   After waiting in a few 25- to 40- minute lines for three-minute rides, we waited in a 15-minute line to pay outlandish prices for some food that was not worth waiting for.
   When darkness fell, while my wife and children looked for ride lines with no dead bodies to step over (a sign the wait was indeed too long), I wandered in and out of stores, wondering where I went wrong.
   While my businesses were surviving the recession, it was a constant struggle. Customers did not come easily, and when they did come, they purchased warily and frugally, always looking for bargains.
   My thoughts were interrupted by a commotion nearby. People were crowding around a man, waving money at him. He was selling fluorescent rubber necklaces for $2.50 each and he couldn’t take in the money fast enough.
   It had been so long since I’d seen a buying frenzy. I remembered them from the old days, before the recession, but it took the powers of Disneyland to bring it all back. What a ride!
   This was indeed The Magic Kingdom in all its glory. I only wished I believed in fairy tales.
 

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