Don't you dare resist!

We weren't going to cut in line.
We already knew we couldn't before anyone hollered at us.
We just wanted to see if we could get a glimpse of the new "Rise of the Resistance" ride at Disneyland.
It was about 9 p.m. and we had been at Disneyland for two days.
(Our granddaughter Emma was playing violin with the Harmony Suzuki Strings group and we had the tough duty of flying down to Anaheim to see her!) ((They were magnificent, by the way!))
The performance just happened to coincide with two big events for Anaheim, the convention for the National Association of Music Merchants and the opening of the new Star Wars ride.
That meant lots of traffic and a ton of people.
We didn't really have a lot of hope for getting to try out the new ride but we were surprised the passes were all gone within literally minutes.
The park opened at 8 a.m. and by 8:03, everything was swooped up.
The people who came at 3 in the morning to stand in line didn't get any.
The people who camped out didn't get any.
Disney tried out a new virtual queue app that kind of negated the old style of doing things which is good and bad.
The good news is no one has to do that stuff anymore.
The bad news is you literally have to be inside the park the minute it opens and have your passes and everybody in your group there!
That's not easy on a regular day and impossible when a convention like NAMM is in town. (The bus drivers and waiters all warned us that Jan. 17-19 would be a nightmare.)
So Marc and I didn't expect to get in.
We just wanted to walk by and share the vibe.
We had been to Galaxy's Edge early on Thursday and ridden on Smuggler's Run, even tried Blue Milk in the Cantina.
So now we were getting ready to pack it in but Marc wanted to be where the action was.
We got on the little funny train and rode over to the Star Wars area.
We walked along the path and tried to peek through the trees to see something alien and cool.
When we came across the lines of Star Wars fans, we started dodging strollers and such.
Apparently we stepped in front of the line because immediately there were alarms sounded.
The Disney line guards waved us back. The people who had waited hours shouted.
"Hey, OK! We don't mean to be here," we explained. "We're sorry."
I think hostile folks make up the Resistance.