So, over the Christmas break last year, I was at "Whoosh Gardens Tampa" for New Year's Eve on a band trip. So, I was in line for Kumba around 11p, and I'm in line with my group and another (about 10 people total), so as I'm discussing the stats for this coaster with some of my friends, these three girls, no older than 12, interrupt me with derisive jokes.
Me (to friends): So, yeah, one of the first Bolliger and Mabillard sit-downs, first with a dive loop, first with interlocking corkscrews, loop traversing lift hill...
G1: Dear Jesus, you are so gross!
Me: Hm?
G2: Fatass!
G3: We hope you fall out of the seat and die!
Me:
So, I go on Kumba (best coaster ever, btw), and as I walk out after my ride, I meet up with the people who were on the ride cycle before me, and we wait outside the queue for my friends on the ride cycle after me, those girls included!
G1: Really great to see you here again!
Me:
G2: Holy God, how did you manage to stay in your seat with all that fat?
Me:
Alright, they leave, and then, as we are about to leave, drunk asshole comes up.
Drunk: SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU. YOU MOTHERFUCKER, FUCKING THREATENING. THREATENING MY FUCKING DAUGHTERS.
Me: Excuse me, sir?
Drunk: DON'T FUCKING STEP TO ME. I'MA FUCKING KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS!
So, as he staggers around and tries to throw a punch, and the other people come off the ride and we leave, headed to Montu. We ride, and as it hits midnight to ring in the new year, I have to put up with the asshole band director.
D: You really need to learn to control yourself.
Me: Um...
D: Don't interrupt me! Do you want me to send you home?
Me: I didn't say anything, and I have 10 people to back me up. I'm sure those kids were looking to start shit.
D: You know what? I'm going to have to talk this shit over, and you'll know tomorrow whether you're staying or not.
Me: What the fuck...
And rest.
Me (to friends): So, yeah, one of the first Bolliger and Mabillard sit-downs, first with a dive loop, first with interlocking corkscrews, loop traversing lift hill...
G1: Dear Jesus, you are so gross!
Me: Hm?
G2: Fatass!
G3: We hope you fall out of the seat and die!
Me:
So, I go on Kumba (best coaster ever, btw), and as I walk out after my ride, I meet up with the people who were on the ride cycle before me, and we wait outside the queue for my friends on the ride cycle after me, those girls included!
G1: Really great to see you here again!
Me:
G2: Holy God, how did you manage to stay in your seat with all that fat?
Me:
Alright, they leave, and then, as we are about to leave, drunk asshole comes up.
Drunk: SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU. YOU MOTHERFUCKER, FUCKING THREATENING. THREATENING MY FUCKING DAUGHTERS.
Me: Excuse me, sir?
Drunk: DON'T FUCKING STEP TO ME. I'MA FUCKING KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS!
So, as he staggers around and tries to throw a punch, and the other people come off the ride and we leave, headed to Montu. We ride, and as it hits midnight to ring in the new year, I have to put up with the asshole band director.
D: You really need to learn to control yourself.
Me: Um...
D: Don't interrupt me! Do you want me to send you home?
Me: I didn't say anything, and I have 10 people to back me up. I'm sure those kids were looking to start shit.
D: You know what? I'm going to have to talk this shit over, and you'll know tomorrow whether you're staying or not.
Me: What the fuck...
And rest.
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