OK, so you're...
an obnoxious parent and it's a nice Friday night. Where do you take your brat of a child (or children)?
...Apparently Adventureland.
The following things happened today:
-This one family went on. They had a baby somewhere around 9 months old. The baby needed tickets. A few minutes later a GIGANTIC group of people got on. Some had babies. I'm pretty sure all these babies had pops. But the father said they didn't, and was getting annoyed how they didn't pay tickets. Um...I did my job. Besides, get over it, one of your kids went on for free and I didn't say anything.
-One boy didn't have anyone to go with. I asked if he did, his grandmother pointed at the group of boys (who I knew were together, as they'd been on before) behind him. I said OK and figured maybe they'd asked or something. But no. The boys behind him just stood there waiting. I asked the boy to get off, since he was by himself. His grandmother got mad at me. She mumbled to her husband about how I didn't even bother to ask the boys. But...um...they obviously weren't going. And I am NOT paid to form friendships. I'll try, but I'm not going out of my way every time to do it. So then he tried to get on again, and I asked the ENTIRE LINE if there was anyone else alone. There wasn't, so he couldn't go on. The father behind him--not related to him--said there isn't a sign anywhere. I pointed to it. He said I could break the rules once. I said no.
-This one girl came over with her mother, and her mother asked if she could go on too. I said with tickets. Which she didn't have. So I said the girl couldn't go on. The mother started to rant about how the girl couldn't go on the log flume and couldn't go on this and it was "fucking ridiculous." Now, I am not anti-cursing. But I still think it's a little crazy to use it in front of your young daughter. Anyway. They found some other kid to go on with her, but I had to make sure one of them--the girl--was over 48 inches. I did, and she was, and they went on. The mother got kind of mad and asked why I measured the girl and not the boy (who was obviously shorter). I said because someone had to be over 48 inches. It was like she thought I had something against her daughter. Which I didn't, since she was the bitch.
-This one kid tried to get on, and I told him he needed someone else to go on. For some reason, he was struck me as very obnoxious. He said he never needed anyone before (his mother later reiterated this to me). But, um, rules change. I kind of wanted to smack him with my height stick.
...And to top it all off, we had early break and only YES network on the TVs.
...Apparently Adventureland.
The following things happened today:
-This one family went on. They had a baby somewhere around 9 months old. The baby needed tickets. A few minutes later a GIGANTIC group of people got on. Some had babies. I'm pretty sure all these babies had pops. But the father said they didn't, and was getting annoyed how they didn't pay tickets. Um...I did my job. Besides, get over it, one of your kids went on for free and I didn't say anything.
-One boy didn't have anyone to go with. I asked if he did, his grandmother pointed at the group of boys (who I knew were together, as they'd been on before) behind him. I said OK and figured maybe they'd asked or something. But no. The boys behind him just stood there waiting. I asked the boy to get off, since he was by himself. His grandmother got mad at me. She mumbled to her husband about how I didn't even bother to ask the boys. But...um...they obviously weren't going. And I am NOT paid to form friendships. I'll try, but I'm not going out of my way every time to do it. So then he tried to get on again, and I asked the ENTIRE LINE if there was anyone else alone. There wasn't, so he couldn't go on. The father behind him--not related to him--said there isn't a sign anywhere. I pointed to it. He said I could break the rules once. I said no.
-This one girl came over with her mother, and her mother asked if she could go on too. I said with tickets. Which she didn't have. So I said the girl couldn't go on. The mother started to rant about how the girl couldn't go on the log flume and couldn't go on this and it was "fucking ridiculous." Now, I am not anti-cursing. But I still think it's a little crazy to use it in front of your young daughter. Anyway. They found some other kid to go on with her, but I had to make sure one of them--the girl--was over 48 inches. I did, and she was, and they went on. The mother got kind of mad and asked why I measured the girl and not the boy (who was obviously shorter). I said because someone had to be over 48 inches. It was like she thought I had something against her daughter. Which I didn't, since she was the bitch.
-This one kid tried to get on, and I told him he needed someone else to go on. For some reason, he was struck me as very obnoxious. He said he never needed anyone before (his mother later reiterated this to me). But, um, rules change. I kind of wanted to smack him with my height stick.
...And to top it all off, we had early break and only YES network on the TVs.