I forgot to put this in the WDW review post, and that one's already long. Here is what the MagicBand looked like on my wrist from the top: Kind of okay, right? But here is what it looked like from the side: My wrists are the teeniest-tiniest parts of my body. The part with the transmitter couldn't be bent and was longer than that part of my Montgomery Burns-esque wrist. So no matter how I turned it, it stuck out. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it never truly became unnoticeable. I'd like ...
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