The Ferris Wheel
After buying tickets, we headed for the Ferris wheel. Normally this is a pretty safe bet, everyone can take the Ferris wheel. As we slowly made our way to the front of the line, it was eventually our turn to get on. Getting out of the seat was on older couple. The dude looked kind of goofy, & had a little bit of trouble get out of the seat. In one hand he had a napkin or something & it looked like he had just got done eating a sloppy ice cream bar or something. We just kind of looked at each other & went to take our seat.
I sat down 1st & immediately began to look around (Yea, my germ phobia applies to everything.). Dude hot ice cream all over the ride, WTF? I dabbed it with my finger to confirm it wasn’t dry & warned Whit not to sit down. She looked back & mentioned it looked more like vomit than ice cream. No way, no fucking way! This is a god damn Ferris wheel, nobody throws up on it, nobody. Plus, I had put my fucking finger in it!
Well, I asked for the next car & the operator pulled the lever bringing the next car. 2 little girls get off the ride & drop, “The guy threw up all over us!” No, no way. This car was clean so we sat in it & the ride began. You know, up, down, up down. About half way though I got bore trying to rock the cart, so I started looking around a bit. As we went down, support beams were revealed. These beams were covered in vomit, covered. This dude blew chunks on the whole fucking ride. Both of us were absolutely sick to out stomachs. This was maybe the most disgusting thing I have ever encountered (Well, me walking in on Cole & the horse incident probably wins, but…).
Anyway… Moral of the story, check any seat before you sit down. Next Blog is probably going to be a song dedicated to Jaren. Until then….
Currently Playing
Place In the Sun
By Tim McGraw
“Something Like That”
