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So...we had antiques again. Which was good. People kept flowing in--it was very rare that we had any time with no one around. There were some annoying people. One kid asked me to ask his cousin to go on with him (he was alone), but he just kind of pointed. So I assumed the wrong people. He got almost snippy with me...even though his cousin was NOT right next to me, and most likely would NOT have heard me. Fucking kid. Then one woman told me only her daughter had a band, but she HAD to go on--couldn't she go on without tickets or let her daughter go alone? I said no. She told me that it was the last ride...couldn't I? No. Eventually some nice woman gave the stupid woman tickets. Though her daughter went on a bunch more times. They didn't fucking leave. At lunch we ate with the Train Guy. He seems nice and has been there...um...17 years or something. It's crazy. He was saying how some shit is fucked up there. Which is true.