Funny and slightly related story (re not hugging Minnie Mouse). I may have told this before, it is one of my favorite library stories.

When I was a teenager, I was a "page" (shelver) in my hometown library. About once a week, usually on Wednesday evenings, a man in a bee mascot-style costume that completely covered his face would come in and wander around the library spending most of his time in the children's section. Kids would hug him, parents would comment on the nice reading bee, he would never say a word.

I was officially tasked with following him around, keeping kids from hugging him, and telling parents he was not an official library mascot. After about a year of this, his handler came in to get him. He was a severely autistic man who used the suit as his way of coping with the world (apparently it deadened the noise and lights, I've worn one it's true) and not having to interact with people. She (the paid caregiver) had been dropping him off to use the library by himself while she took her dinner break every Wednesday. Probably the best way that story could have ended.

I last went to Disney as a teen. I'm good until I have my own children to take. My mother hated Disney and only took us there because her company paid for most of it. She raised us in a fairly anti-Disney household. The last librarian conference I attended was in Anaheim, literally across the street from California Adventure (could see the rides from my hotel room) and I went to one party in Downtown Disney (it was awful, if you walk too slowly through what is basically a glorified strip mall you get glitter bombed). I was surprised at how many librarians had extended their trip to go to Disney. A librarian filled Disney would hav been amusing.