I have always been a huge fan of amusement parks. I have very fond memories of visiting Marriott’s Great America (now Six Flags) many, many times during the summer. I continued to go all the way through college. I was also lucky enough to visit Disney World two times with my family when I was a kid.
I loved, loved, loved the rides! Toss me on anything that twirled, swung, or dropped and I was happy as a clam. Roller coasters were my favorite and when the developers started adding loops, I was overjoyed.
Thanks to Angry, that all changed.
On our third date (over 21 years ago) we went to a local church for a festival. We had a great time doing what one does at church festivals: eating lots of food, drinking beer, enjoying live music, playing games, and riding rides.
a bunch of a ton of a million tickets for the rides. After the fourth or fifth go around on the Tilt-a-Whirl, I felt a little woozy. I told him I’d had enough. He held up the remaining tickets and said with a frown, “I’ve still got tickets left. We can’t let these go to waste!” I gave in to that poor, pathetic looking face and figured one more ride would be alright.
It was the longest, most sickening ride of my life. I begged him to stop the bucket from spinning the entire time, “Pleeeeeease make it stop!” When it was finally over, I made it to the exit and tossed my cookies!
Angry took me home to clean up. I figured since I’d thrown up, that was going to be our last date. We’ve been together ever since so true love must transcend puke.
From that moment on, I could no longer ride in or on anything that spins or drops. Sadly, my beloved roller coasters became a thing of the past.
He ruined it for me! I guess I forgive him.