The only reason Tommy found himself in the middle of the day in Disneyland was because he had nothing better to do. He wasn’t necessarily there for the rides or the food, all things that he had tried more than enough times as a local Californian ( but would still participate in ). No, he was there because it was a good distraction to the sudden instability in his life. What better way to spend an otherwise depressing day than by watching Mickey and Minnie hug it out with a couple of kids who knew nothing about the cruelties of life and utter bullshit the future had in store for them? It was the happiest place on Earth, and so Tommy put it to the test.
Pair of mickey ears on and sunglasses in order to at least try and blend in with the crowd, Tommy did what any other Disneyland goer would do. He watched others have fun, tried some questionably themed food, rode a few rides, and even took a picture Emperor Kuzco. That high he’d gotten from all of that quickly dwindled though, and he was left with existential fear. Enough to distract him while he walked looking like a deer in headlights, paying no mind to where he walked until he had no choice to. Bumping into someone, the first thing Tommy noticed was the pretzel on the floor. What had this defenseless pretzel done to him? Absolutely nothing. What about the blonde staring at him? “Shit.” He responded a beat too late after the whole incident, not thinking when he removed his sunglasses to look between the ruined pretzel and the mousy looking girl. “I’m sorry.” Tommy’s apology was weak but an apology nonetheless. “You want another one? I can totally get you another one. That was my fault, I’m an asshole.”
