It’s no secret that I don’t normally get on the more thrilling attractions at Walt Disney World – even though the scariest ride at WDW doesn’t hold a candle to some of the white-knucklers at IoA.

But here’s a secret I’ve kept to myself for a while now: I’ll show you where I hide while my family and friends are on Tower of Terror.

The video I linked to in the previous post seemed to bring back the uneasy feeling I get when I wander too close to the Tower of Terror. In all the times I’ve visited Walt Disney world, I’ve only been on the Tower of Terror twice. The first time was with my friend Kevin. I don’t know if he was aware of my chicken status at the time, so I felt like I had to just man-up, keep my mouth shut, and do it. I was glad I did. As almost everybody knows, it’s a great attraction – too good to miss just because of the quease-inducing drops.

The second time was with my friends J, Deb and Walt – three of the original Mousejunkies. It’s a bit of a long story, but let’s just say that the phrase “I shouldn’t have done this. I shouldn’t have done this…” kept coming out of my mouth as I was strapped-in. I gripped the sides of the seat for all I was worth, and when it came time for the drops, it looked like this:

 

AAAHHHH!!! (Front row, left to right: J, Deb, me, Walt.)

That’s me in the front row with the wicked unflattering look on my face. I’ll give you a second to catch your breath from laughing at that disturbing expression.

OK, in all honesty, I was trying to make a face for the camera, only it caught me just as I transitioned from ‘making a weird face’ to ‘Oh my God I’m going to die.’ The timing could not have been more perfect.

So that was the last time I went on the Tower of Terror. I’m officially retired from that attraction. For now, anyway. I think the drops on that day lasted about 4 and a half hours. It just never seemed to end.

I’ve since staked out a great spot to hide my shame while everyone else enjoys this attraction. It’s not exactly a secret spot, but it’s always empty when I scamper back there with my tail between my legs.

Here’s where my sanctuary is: Behind the Tower of Terror Coffee Stand. See visual aid:

 

Safely ensconced in the coffee castle.

Just outside the exit gift shop there’s a coffee stand. I grab a frozen coffee, head to the right and then follow the covered bench area around back. From there I can feed my brain caffeine and keep an eye on the exit for the rest of my party.

It’s restful, rejuvenating and best of all the seat stays still.

If you’re ever at the Studios, take a quick peak behind the Tower of Terror Coffee Cart. If you see a stubby, bearded guy looking warily up at the ToT, it could be me.

Also, feel free to mock me. Because this is nothing compared to my fear of Everest.

Read, set… Mock!

Don’t leave me alone in this shameful confession – do you habitually steer clear of any attractions?