Despite the feeling that a pitch black rain cloud was flying over my head and following me everywhere I went, all because of issues at the stable I go to, I went to work--very upset and so not in the mood for it. I was told I was on the crazy bus--as you can see from the title--and the first though I had was: “I got the damn bus again.” I was not happy like I usually am when I get a ride I already know how to run. I am sick of the bus--same thing, same controls, same section of the park. Boring! On my way over, I heard the intro to one of my favorite songs--Cowgirls Don’t Cry by Brooks & Dunn--come on the radio near the docking area. I walked by as slowly as I could so I could hear as much of it as I could. Just hearing it at work lightened the rain cloud over my head ever so slightly. I got over to the ride, put the key in the ignition, turned the alarm off and did my test run.
The day was just like any other, kids rode, kids got off, parents complained, and parents were nice. I knew the day would be the same as the previous ones on the bus, so to relieve my boredom, I thought it would be funny to talk in a British accent all day. British accents are my specialty when it comes to accents, I can do it very convincingly. I had it all planned out. If anyone were to ask where I was from, I would tell them I was born in London, then my family moved to the states when I was young, so I don’t remember it much. All day, people would say “What?” when they couldn’t understand me every time. I thought it quite comical when people couldn’t understand me, and even more so that a British accent in general isn’t that hard to understand. After my second break around seven pm, I gave up the British bit and talked normally.
There was one woman in particular that just flat out pissed me off. And usually, people could get me a little mad, but this woman really bugged me. Her three kids ran onto the ride and were on the platform by the time I could turn to see what all the noise was about. They got into one of the seats, I put the bar down and locked the door. Just as I was going to go through to make sure every bar was down and all the doors were locked, the one girl decided she didn’t want to ride anymore. She stood up on the seat, and continually told me she didn’t want to ride. I was headed back to release the retrain bars when she started climbing over the seat. I yelled at her to stop but she kept going. When she was done, I sternly told her not to climb over the seats. She smiled. She began to get off the ride when the other girl decided she didn’t want to ride either. I sternly told her not to climb over anything. I was walking over to release the bar when the girls’ mom or grandma (I really don’t know) yelled at me for yelling at the girl for not listening to me. She was like “Don’t you talk to her like that! Don’t you talk to her like that!” I secretly went and rolled my eyes and went back to work. If kids disobey the rules of the ride, I am going to make sure they know. Jeez lady, chill out. It wasn’t like I was screaming at them! She just really got to me, but I tried to not let it. Other than a few mishaps, my day wasn’t bad. As for my black cloud, I decided to be optimistic about the barn situation and forced the cloud off to the next victim.
My day in a nutshell: “Do NOT climb over the gates!”
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