I think this is my first or second time EVER in the Van Andel arena, and let me tell you... I despise this space. Yesterday, we went to Disney on Ice, what was supposed to be a fun mommy daughter day with a friend quickly devolved into a layer of Dante's Inferno. I wish I was exaggerating. It started off fine enough. We found free street parking a few blocks away, SCORE! We took the skywalk across and attempted to pass through security when a rude security guard singled out my friend and declared she could not pass because her small purse were not the correct dimensions to pass through. Never mind that we were 5 minutes from the show starting. Never mind that other people with similar looking sized purses were passing through unscathed. My friend asked if she could empty her cloth purse, fold it up in her pocket to enter and they rudely reiterated the rules and said that was unacceptable. My friend and I put her bag into the "measurement box" and it FIT. They said it wasn't allowed because the cloth bag folded up on itself and that's not allowed. Our children were getting antsy and the show had already started by the time management showed up to say that it is against Van Andel policy to bring in a bag of that size. She said it was clearly marked everywhere (though there was no sign at the entrance). Then, when my friend pointed out that others were bringing in much larger bags without issue, she was told, by JJ the manager, that she was a LIAR and not being truthful and that THOSE were diaper bags??!! Okay...
All this fuss ended when my friend decided after spending lots of money on these stupid Disney on Ice tickets, to throw away her purse she bought in Spain. So we could finally see the show as the only other alternative was to walk the blocks back to our car to store it and we were already made 10 minutes late when we should've been 5 minutes early.
The woman checking us in, was also mean and rude. She told my friend that we were "having a bad day." My friend, needed to take all the items she had removed from her purse that she was basically forced to throw away in order for us to go see this sh*t show of lower caliber ice skaters dressed as Disney characters. My friend was searching for the tickets on her phone and we had to find our own seating section because NONE of the staff was helpful and everyone working there looked grumpy and bitter about having this security job where you work on Saturday's.
Finally, we are inside. This place is a concrete jungle with steep steps to the nose bleed section (tickets we could afford at $145 for four of us). We were late and the vibe was ruined by these security employees enforcing their power for no understandable reason. We are trying to find our seats. It's dark. I put my phone flashlight on and stumble up the stairs with my 5 year old and my friend's 4 year old and then need to squeeze my way past the other customers to find our middle reserved seats. I was terrified that I was going to fall. The nosebleed section is stacked up on each other without guard rails and the aisle is thin and there is NOTHING to hold onto and balance with. I literally thought I may tumble to my death for this hell trip matinee.
Finally, we go to sit, and my hips touch both of the freaking arms on the chair and I had to squeeze my body in. Now, people, I am a size 10-12. Overweight, but not obese. I was rubbing elbows with strangers. This truly was hell. I paid to be demeaned by staff, accused of lying when pointing out injustices that were clearly happening, forced to part with personal property, feared for my life finding my seat and then almost didn't fit into the seat itself! All for the privilege of paying $145 to watch skaters skate to Disney tunes. Cool.
Because we were late, the kids didn't know what was going on, and my daughter wanted to leave by the intermission. I cajoled her to stay with stating I would buy her $10 popcorn. As I'm waiting in line I ordered two miller lights, two waters and one popcorn. I paid $60 for those concessions. My mouth almost dropped to the floor after I paid and they did not even have a drink holder for me. So now, I'm walking, taking baby steps, and stating loudly in the hallway of chaos, "Please don't bump into me, I just spent $60 and cannot spill this precious alcohol!" Finally, I somehow made it to my seating and nursed my wounded ego back to health with the healing elixirs of beer.
It will be a cold day in hell, before I choose to return to the Van Andel for anything. I don't care if Jesus Christ himself is giving a speech about how to transcend the evils of this world. Today, capitalism failed me so hard. We spent over $200 to be treated worse than cattle. As a customer, I will not willingly EVER return to a place that operates like a police state. If you wonder what fascism feels like, head over to the Van Andel for a show and bring the wrong sized purse. Hard Pass. I want a refund for that part of my life I can't get back. read more