Boy did I step in it!

In the last few months Disney had waived some of their hiring standards and I got a gig being a Storm Trooper at the Star Wars ride. We had to learn to march and practice different formations. I was actually doing a pretty good job with it.

I really loved it. Our plastic pads clicking as we walked. And the helmet. No one knew who you were.

But when Bob Iger took over Disney for the next time he decided that he wanted to do a walk-through of the park. Bob muttered something about always wanting to see the new Star Wars troops so his underlings summoned us to assemble.

When we were ordered to formation, I was in the can trying to ‘take the kids to the pool’ if you know what I mean. I jumped up and tripped on the plastic paneled stretch pants. I finally made it to the group tugging on my spandex.

Bob saw me struggling and asked “Is there a problem Trooper?”

I replied without looking at who spoke, “You mean Storm Pooper!”

With that I was swiftly discharged.