Blue Typhoon
We’ve been standing in line for Blue Typhoon for twenty minutes when dad can’t contain himself anymore. “They’ll never let her on!” he says, pointing to woman two spots in front of us. Auntie, dad, Trent and I are standing in line for Blue Typhoon while mom and Brook drink iced tea and rest. Dad puffs out his cheeks to indicate: fat! Auntie says, “Sush!” but dad says, “Did you hear about that woman who flew off a roller coaster last month? Apparently she was so, so large that the harness wouldn’t fit around her! She flew off a roller coaster and landed on a car! Can you imagine being the owner of that car? Can you imagine the insurance claim?” Trent barks a laugh, but Auntie rolls her eyes. I ask, “Did she die?” “Of course …show more content…
The mom yells, “Call the paramedics!” so the park employee does, and fives minutes later, three guys, dressed all in white, except, matching cartoon frog ties, arrive, dragging a stretcher behind them.
The tallest of the three bends down to talk to mom. He asks if she can stand up, and she says no, not a chance. Then he asks if she can sit and drink some water. Mom says she can’t sit or drink or even move. So one of paramedics grabs mom by the feet, while the other takes her hands, then the two of them left her onto a stretcher, say, “Your mother will be okay,” and then walk her around the corner, so then she’s gone.
“Well,” says dad. “I’m sure she’ll be okay in a little while.”
Mega Wedgie When we get to the front of Mega Wedgie, there’s no arguing over who will sit where. Auntie sits between Brook and I, while dad and Trent sit behind, hanging their arms over our seats. “While that was exciting!” says Trent, ruffling my hair some. “Do you think she’ll be okay?” says Brook. Dad says, “Of course she’ll be fine. Your mother can endure anything.” Then Auntie says, “I’m sorry that your mom isn’t feeling well, but I’m sure she’d want the five us to go on having fun without
We’ve been standing in line for Blue Typhoon for twenty minutes when dad can’t contain himself anymore. “They’ll never let her on!” he says, pointing to woman two spots in front of us. Auntie, dad, Trent and I are standing in line for Blue Typhoon while mom and Brook drink iced tea and rest. Dad puffs out his cheeks to indicate: fat! Auntie says, “Sush!” but dad says, “Did you hear about that woman who flew off a roller coaster last month? Apparently she was so, so large that the harness wouldn’t fit around her! She flew off a roller coaster and landed on a car! Can you imagine being the owner of that car? Can you imagine the insurance claim?” Trent barks a laugh, but Auntie rolls her eyes. I ask, “Did she die?” “Of course …show more content…
The mom yells, “Call the paramedics!” so the park employee does, and fives minutes later, three guys, dressed all in white, except, matching cartoon frog ties, arrive, dragging a stretcher behind them.
The tallest of the three bends down to talk to mom. He asks if she can stand up, and she says no, not a chance. Then he asks if she can sit and drink some water. Mom says she can’t sit or drink or even move. So one of paramedics grabs mom by the feet, while the other takes her hands, then the two of them left her onto a stretcher, say, “Your mother will be okay,” and then walk her around the corner, so then she’s gone.
“Well,” says dad. “I’m sure she’ll be okay in a little while.”
Mega Wedgie When we get to the front of Mega Wedgie, there’s no arguing over who will sit where. Auntie sits between Brook and I, while dad and Trent sit behind, hanging their arms over our seats. “While that was exciting!” says Trent, ruffling my hair some. “Do you think she’ll be okay?” says Brook. Dad says, “Of course she’ll be fine. Your mother can endure anything.” Then Auntie says, “I’m sorry that your mom isn’t feeling well, but I’m sure she’d want the five us to go on having fun without