Best Friend Story #6: How to Insult a Storm Trooper

     Well folks, we're a third of the way to the finish, and this month it's a good one.
     For my 17th birthday, I had the marvelous opportunity to choose where I wanted to spend it. Disneyland was the obvious choice for location and Hannah, being an almost-college student that had no obligations at the time (she had just graduated and didn't need to go to school for several more weeks), was the obvious choice for a companion. Much like Girl's Camp, Disneyland is the birthplace of many inside jokes, such as a game we invented called Guess the Meme Face.

(Guess the Meme Faces)

(Hint: It's Annoying Facebook Girl and Philosoraptor)

     That set aside, we were waiting in the obnoxiously long line for the new and improved Star Tours. In our boredom, we noticed two storm troopers walking towards the building the ride was contained in. And Hannah, in her infinite glory, suggested I pull one of them aside and let them know that they are "a little short to be a storm trooper" (reference).

     There was a little dispute over who should be the one to make the statement, and after Hannah backed off and I took it upon myself to do the thing. So I reached out and tapped one as he walked by, half of my mind thinking he wouldn't even turn to give me the time of day.

     He didn't.

     I now had not only captured the attention of my family, but the surrounding Disneyland goers as well. So I did the only thing I could think to do. I took off my sunglasses and said, "Aren't you a little short to be a storm trooper?"

     I still was expecting this guy to quietly move on. It seemed like the kind of thing he got told 50 times a day. But apparently not, because he only stepped closer (close enough that I could see his eyes through his helmet), and just slowly shook his head. It all happened in a very intense 25 seconds. I still, to this day, do not know how I managed to keep a straight face through the whole thing.

     Every time I go back to Disneyland I try to do the same thing, but to no avail. It was a once in a lifetime thing.

MORAL OF THE STORY: When you're at Disneyland and you have a one-sided conversation with an employee wearing a storm trooper helmet, don't let the power go to your head.