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I thought I would have a lot of CS stories from the optometry store, but mercifully, the customers have been reasonable, so this is an observation of amusement-park suckage.
I live fairly close to Playland amusement park. The kids and I enjoy it because it is a 15-minute drive away, and we have season passes. We tend to go there on weekdays because it is less crowded, and we never go in the evening because there is a "different" crowd from the afternoon people,
I don't know how the amusement park staff make it through the day without vast quantities of prescription and non-prescription drugs - and they get paid minimum wage, as well. We were having a wonderful time Saturday afternoon until the evening crazies started arriving in the late afternoon.
First, we were waiting for a water ride, somewhat like a log flume ride, only in a rowboat type of boat that holds up to 15 people. All was good until a woman held up the ride for 15 straight minutes. Her reason? Her child (who was tall enough to go on the ride) did not want to ride alone. Fair enough, but the parent had a spectator wristband ($5) instead of one ($25-30) that let you go on all the rides. The mother bitched and moaned that she had been waiting to get on the ride for "half an hour" (actually, it was more like 15 minutes) and didn't know that she had to have an unlimited ride wristband. Seriously? You really thought a $5 wristband was going to entitle you to unlimited rides? The more expensive wristband doesn't apply to you? O.K. then.
Next, we went to a roller coaster. Child in front of us was not tall enough. Of course, this was the ride operator's fault, and they are entirely wrong in enforcing the rules. Now I'll admit that at the beginning of the season, my youngest was on the cusp of being tall enough for certain rides, but if the ride operator said no, we left the line. End of story. (Luckily for my youngest, she had a growth spurt two weeks ago.)
Finally, we went on a spinning ride. While waiting for the ride to finish, we saw three children sitting off to the side, the youngest crying his eyes out. The oldest looked about 10, the middle child about 7, and the youngest, 4. And I mean the youngest was screaming and bawling as if his heart would break, occasionally calling out "Daddy!" And where was said Daddy? Why, by himself on the ride, of course. The ride came to a stop, and the kids ran to the exit. "Daddy" came off the ride, saying, "That was an AWESOME ride!", totally oblivious to how his kids were feeling. What an AWESOME Dad you are, sir. You are just Father of the Year.
That was when we knew the evening crazy people were taking over and it was time to leave. Poor park staff.
I live fairly close to Playland amusement park. The kids and I enjoy it because it is a 15-minute drive away, and we have season passes. We tend to go there on weekdays because it is less crowded, and we never go in the evening because there is a "different" crowd from the afternoon people,
I don't know how the amusement park staff make it through the day without vast quantities of prescription and non-prescription drugs - and they get paid minimum wage, as well. We were having a wonderful time Saturday afternoon until the evening crazies started arriving in the late afternoon.
First, we were waiting for a water ride, somewhat like a log flume ride, only in a rowboat type of boat that holds up to 15 people. All was good until a woman held up the ride for 15 straight minutes. Her reason? Her child (who was tall enough to go on the ride) did not want to ride alone. Fair enough, but the parent had a spectator wristband ($5) instead of one ($25-30) that let you go on all the rides. The mother bitched and moaned that she had been waiting to get on the ride for "half an hour" (actually, it was more like 15 minutes) and didn't know that she had to have an unlimited ride wristband. Seriously? You really thought a $5 wristband was going to entitle you to unlimited rides? The more expensive wristband doesn't apply to you? O.K. then.
Next, we went to a roller coaster. Child in front of us was not tall enough. Of course, this was the ride operator's fault, and they are entirely wrong in enforcing the rules. Now I'll admit that at the beginning of the season, my youngest was on the cusp of being tall enough for certain rides, but if the ride operator said no, we left the line. End of story. (Luckily for my youngest, she had a growth spurt two weeks ago.)
Finally, we went on a spinning ride. While waiting for the ride to finish, we saw three children sitting off to the side, the youngest crying his eyes out. The oldest looked about 10, the middle child about 7, and the youngest, 4. And I mean the youngest was screaming and bawling as if his heart would break, occasionally calling out "Daddy!" And where was said Daddy? Why, by himself on the ride, of course. The ride came to a stop, and the kids ran to the exit. "Daddy" came off the ride, saying, "That was an AWESOME ride!", totally oblivious to how his kids were feeling. What an AWESOME Dad you are, sir. You are just Father of the Year.
That was when we knew the evening crazy people were taking over and it was time to leave. Poor park staff.
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