Secondhand Tale of a Butter Huffer Becoming Lodged in an Attraction at The Happiest Place on Earth. So I worked at Disneyland for 3 years from 2010 to 2013, and in my tenure I saw a lot of inhuman obeasts shuffle through those magic gates. I was fortunate enough to work on three attractions that did NOT have buckling seatbelts, rather lap bars or nothing at all. When it came to lap bars I would gleefully and repeatedly slam the bars down onto the fupa's of these sweat-coated, turkey leg wielding monstrosities.  I worked inside Disneyland proper, but this story comes from a friend who worked on Soaring Over California, an attraction in California Adventure. The ride is a simulated hang-glider over CA kinda deal, the rows of the ride are about 7-8 seats across and lift up into the air in a kind of IMAX theater. Google it if you wanna see how the whole thing works.  So this particular ride had, you guessed it, buckling seat belts. The seats themselves have no room between eachother, so unfortunate thin/normal people have to deal with being buckled in (more like under) some ham planet's innumerable folds for the duration of the ride. These seatbelts also stretch SUPER far (people have tried buckling one seat belt at one end into the buckle at the other end of the row, I kid you not). So when some ham buckles in, spilling onto their neighbor, they are also spilling over the actual buckle. Many of these whales seemingly become lodged, unable to reach the buckle or even worse...the buckle becomes jammed. It's then the responsibility of one, sometimes as many as three Cast Members to dislodge these beasts of literal burden. This means stuffing your arm deep within the most tenebrous of crevasses; eaking sweat and god knows what, only so they can laboriously climb on to their scootypuffs and beep beep off to get stuck on another attraction.  TLDR; Fatty fat fat fats regularly get stuck on rides only to get yanked out by poor underpaid people, just to repeat the process again 5 minutes later. Yay Disney!