Back in 98 I was in FL with my family and we went to MGM in FL, we were waiting in line outside the Mickey Mouse house to take a photo with him, it started to rain and then to pour, when it started to hail they fucking CLOSED the Mikey Mouse hut and left us out, there were women with babies in their arms and they wouldnt open, we'd knock and Mickey would come to the door that had a tiny window and shout "no more pictures" fucking POS rat fuck yo pictures it was hailing golf balls and we were all fucking wearing sandals
Turns out it was actually a tropical storm that went by, when it was done their palm trees were brocken in half, mail boxes and plants scattered around and when we crossed the street to the chinese theater water was up to my knee, once there we poke to other visitors who said they took shelter in the Minnie Mouse hut or the Donald Duck House and we were like WTF Mickey fucking closed the door and didnt give two shits what happened to us
We took a picture that day in which my siblings and I are in the storm, hair everywhere and golf ball sized hail in the background, scary shit...
Great fucking story