I hesitate to post this really, in case my sense of humor offends.....
But there is a funny side...

I was out of the "danger zone" as I call it with my depression. In other words, not good, just less bad.
My daughter got an internship at Disney, which she was thrilled about.
Not wanting to be a wet rag, I plastered on my happy face and agreed with my husband that it would be a great thing for all of us to take her down there, get her set up, and spend a week.

No. NONONONONO!

It was awful. I have never seen such a concentration of happiness in one place.

Pretty much wanted to punch every single "cast member", from the housekeeping staff right on up to Mr. Mouse himself.
And no, I don't have anger management issues. It just pissed me off.