The ticket guy made me wear a big button on my shirt that announced by birthday.
PRINCE: If I wear this, what happens?
TICKET GUY: I can't tell you.
PRINCE: Do I get special treatment? Do people give me things? What do I get?
TICKET GUY: Now if I told you all that, it wouldn't be a surprise.
PRINCE: Do you even know what happens inside the park?
TICKET GUY: I know, but I'm not going to tell you.
For the first several hours, the button yielded nothing! I wasn't getting any kind of preferential treatment, and nobody was giving me gifts. "Wait," I declared to the group. "Is that the surprise?! There is no surprise?!"
Brent suggested that I make my button more noticeable by pointing at it from time to time and clearing my throat with an "ahem." So I then started walking around with my chest far forward and pointed to my birthday button with both fingers. "Ahem...! Ahem...! Ahem...!"
Still nothing. So I forgot about it.
But once I "let go," something petty yet wonderful started happening. People started wishing me happy birthday! Employees who walked by, cashiers at food stands, ride operators would unexpectedly say, "Happy birthday!"
I take being the center of attention over useless Disney throwaway gifts any day.