One of my favorite Disney meltdowns is my own, unfortunately. We took the in-laws to Disney with us last year, and it was exhausting, to say the least. I really, really wanted to see Fantasmic!, but due to my MIL's inability to pass up a gift shop without having a meltdown and/or do anything that someone else might want to do, we were running late. My husband didn't think we should leave them on their own, so by the time we made it over to the theater, it was filled to capacity. I was livid and knew I needed to just get away from my in-laws because I'd reached my breaking point. So, my husband and I take off down Sunset Boulevard, bickering the whole way. After turning onto Hollywood Boulevard, we stopped at the corner of Mickey's of Hollywood to bicker some more.
While we were standing there, random people just started coming up to my husband to ask him various questions - Is there a second showing of Fantasmic! tonight? Will you take our picture? Do I have to exit the park and re-enter for EMH? Where can I go to buy Memory Maker? Can you tell me where such-and-such is located? Here I am, trying to bite my husband's head off at the happiest place on Earth, and these people kept INTERRUPTING me to ask him questions. I was getting more irritated by the minute. That's when it occurred to me that he was (unintentionally) dressed very much like a Hollywood Studios cast member that day. It also didn't help that it was dark at that point, making it more difficult to tell that he wasn't a CM.
After the sixth or seventh person interrupted us, I threw myself down on the curb in a huff and snapped at my husband, "Well, I'll be HERE when you finish your shift, not that you even work here!" We still joke about that one night he worked in Hollywood Studios, but man...it sure wasn't funny at the time.