Bad Dad said:
awwww c'mon man. we need something to laugh at on this board!!!!!
K, so here goes:
Way back in the day, when Great America was still Marriott's...
I and several of my (teenaged, not-yet-drug-doin') co-workers had season passes...
Somehow I convinced them to 'shroom one day at GA.
So at one point, we're in the line for the Demon, in the switchbacks, and one friend, we'll call her "Yvette", is just out of her skin, interested in/by everything. 12-20 people ahead of us in line is this similar-aged, muscle-bound gym rat wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and a Commando-style haircut, with a couple of his friends. So we pass him by once, and she's checking him out and talking (to us) loudly and wildly. So we make the U-turn and come up on his group again, and we're stopped, separated by only the railing, and there's a silence. She's checking out his guns very intently, then she reaches out and touches his bicep with her outstreched index finger, as if she wanted to know whether it was real. He looks down at her finger probing his flesh, then at her, and she ashamedly and hurriedly pulls her finger back, and acts like she's looking for a place to put it (a finger holster, perhaps?) Our groups both move in our separate directions and she stops looking embarrased and starts looking relieved (as the people in his group go "they're on drugs"). I go to her "it's not over, we're gonna see that guy a dozen more times before we get on the ride." She squeals "Noooo! He's gonna think I want him." Of course I say "yep, he totally is gonna think you want to have sex with him". "But I don't!" "You'll have to now." Then our groups pass again, and she tries to hide behind us in the narrow aisleway. More back and forth about "it's ok, he wants you, too, just like you want him. Why don't you let him touch your arm, then you'll be even?" Our groups approach again, and she knows she can't hide, so she approaches him to explain, and... she just half-drools, half-stammers out something completely unintelligible. Our group busts into gales of laughter, and their group is just stunned, again. After a couple more weird passings, we finally get through the turnstiles, and into our separate lines. We finally get up to the gate, and we see him get on the train ahead of us, and he laughs as he passes. We get on the train, and again she looks relieved, saying something like "I'm glad that's over". I say "you know he's going to be waiting for you when we get off the train at the end." She screams out "NNOOOOooo!" as we descend down the tunnel.
The whole day was like that.