Time-honored dodges included bringing a friend (who was not really disabled) in a wheelchair or on crutches, which in the past often got one shunted to the front by sympathetic queue managers. Genuinely disabled guests are still given extra help, and they can enjoy most attractions accompanied by a reasonable complement of friends and family. But the days of a taped ankle allowing a mob of teens to skip lines are pretty much over. Some line-jumpers still engage in bald-faced lies: I once saw a dozen strapping college lads tell a Universal employee that they couldn't wait in the underground queuing area for the Dueling Dragons roller coaster because every single one of them had acute claustrophobia. Their ersatz outrage at being denied was worthy of an Oscar.