I’m never going anywhere near a goddamn amusement park ever again.
It’s a miracle the cord didn’t hit that kid on the left and an even bigger miracle it didn’t snap while they were in the air.
Something never sat well with me when I got on rides college dropouts were in charge of -- and which sending me flying through the air at crazy speeds in metal cages.
There is no way some guy with a backwards hat and a Six Flags nametag knows anything about physics or the intricacies of amusement park safety regulations.
Now I know my wildest fears are 100 percent legit.