Parenting is a wild collection of trade-offs. Want to give your kid a magical core memory? Get ready to sacrifice your dignity, your patience, and several hundred bucks for the privilege of waiting in lines so long they could qualify as a marathon event. Theme parks are the ultimate setting for these great memory quests, the only problem with these public spaces is, well, the public.

Most parents accept the unspoken contract: you want the magic, you brave the mayhem. Waiting it out, dodging meltdowns, bribing with overpriced snacks-these are the tolls we pay for that big goofy smile when the Mouse finally waves at your child. Standing in a line with sticky-handed strangers and their sugar-hyped offspring is not a punishment; it’s the price of admission and, apparently, character (both animated and «live-action») building for everyone involved.

But every once in a while, someone shows up who missed the memo entirely. Call it main character syndrome or just old-fashioned entitlement, but some people seem convinced that if the universe can revolve around their precious snowflake, so should the loop rollercoaster and the line that leads to it.