My sixth grade teacher in Southern California worked as uniformed security on weekends at Disneyland in the mid to late Sixties and early Seventies. From the stories he told people were bringing marijuana there, smoking it, and getting it confiscated. It WAS the '60s and '70s after all.
He said the troubling cases were people that got absolutely wasted on alcohol, codeine cough syrup, and whatever else they could find to make themselves boisterous, belligerent, and otherwise unfit for polite society. (Though it seems like the cough syrup would just make you sleepy.)
The happiest place on earth is challenging enough when you have to clean some little kid’s puke off of your shoes, let alone a full-grown drunk’s.
