and now, the randomness of it all!
Aug. 11th, 2010 09:58 amWhat's been new with me, you say? Not a whole lot, but fun was had, WTFery was witnessed, and big things coming up!
So Kevin and I went to Six Flags Great America on Saturday (because I had gotten discounted tickets from work). This time, we went to the adjacent Hurricane Harbor waterpark that's free with regular admission. It was pretty standard for a waterpark. They had maybe one or two things that Deep River Waterpark doesn't have, but it was fun. A little more crowded than Deep River would be, though.
The thing is, Hunter was wanting to come with (he has a season pass, and he said he wanted to go a second time so he could get his money's worth out of it), but he forgot to put in a request-off with his job. He then told me he didn't want to go to the waterpark because "he looks fat." WTF, dickhead?! You're somewhere between 220 and 230! You're not as fat as you used to be! But noooo. If he's going to a waterpark, he wants to look supergood and ripped, so he can stand out from the fatties and be the "diamond in the rough." Yes, ladies and gents. He's so vain, he probably thinks that song is about him. *eyeroll*
Last time I went to Deep River, I was...well, astonished at how waterparks will bring the overweight and obese people out in droves. I can't erase the sight of a very overweight teenage girl stuffing herself into a size small bikini bottom. Just.....ugh. What has been seen can't be unseen. I saw nothing of the kind at Hurricane Harbor, however. (Some lady's dimply ass was nearly shoved in my face while on the steps for a waterslide, though.)
I don't want this misconstrued as fat wank. If there's more of you to love, good for you, I applaud your confidence and self-acceptance. HOWEVER, if you decide to go to a waterpark......for the love of God/Allah/Buddah/whatever, wear swimming attire that properly fits you. Dress for your bodytype. If you know you can't wear a size small bikini bottom, then don't wear it.
But like I commented on my work blog....I had an epiphany while at Great America this weekend. It's not the store that brings out the stupid in people....it's just people in general really are that stupid, whether or not they're grocery shopping! Kevin and I were waiting in the park entrance line with our tickets, and we were waiting behind a family that also has a baby stroller. A park worker came up to them and asked them to go to the end of the wheelchair/stroller accessible line because they were in the wrong line. The father (I guess?) started to give the park worker attitude about it, but for crying out loud....was it so hard to read the sign above the entrance?! Hell, you didn't even have to read it, because it featured the symbols for baby strollers and wheelchairs!
Then the incident on Superman: Ultimate Flight. (Which I already posted about at
grocerygal.) Right before Kevin and I went to board Superman, the car in the loading bay had a malfunction! My guess was that the platform was stuck and wouldn't raise, so the car was still in the horizontal "flight" position. (I think the platform has to raise back up first before the seats can go back to the normal upright position.) We're kind of all, "OH SHIT." And after a few minutes, the ride operator got on the PA system and made an announcement: "Attention please, Superman: Ultimate Flight is experiencing a technical difficulty, and we will be delayed. If you choose not to wait, please exit the way you came. Thank you."
The chick behind us in line decided not to wait, but....I shit you not....she was all, "....But which way do I exit?!"
....The announcement just said to "exit the way you came." NOT through the FlashPass line; THE WAY YOU CAME. Oy. Ignorance must be bliss, I tell ya.
*tangent* And it's come to this. I'm starting work on my book. It's going to be a Project (with a capital P). But this is something I truly do feel passionate about. After hearing about that Steve Slater yesterday (the JetBlue flight attendant), I just feel this book needs to be written.
So Kevin and I went to Six Flags Great America on Saturday (because I had gotten discounted tickets from work). This time, we went to the adjacent Hurricane Harbor waterpark that's free with regular admission. It was pretty standard for a waterpark. They had maybe one or two things that Deep River Waterpark doesn't have, but it was fun. A little more crowded than Deep River would be, though.
The thing is, Hunter was wanting to come with (he has a season pass, and he said he wanted to go a second time so he could get his money's worth out of it), but he forgot to put in a request-off with his job. He then told me he didn't want to go to the waterpark because "he looks fat." WTF, dickhead?! You're somewhere between 220 and 230! You're not as fat as you used to be! But noooo. If he's going to a waterpark, he wants to look supergood and ripped, so he can stand out from the fatties and be the "diamond in the rough." Yes, ladies and gents. He's so vain, he probably thinks that song is about him. *eyeroll*
Last time I went to Deep River, I was...well, astonished at how waterparks will bring the overweight and obese people out in droves. I can't erase the sight of a very overweight teenage girl stuffing herself into a size small bikini bottom. Just.....ugh. What has been seen can't be unseen. I saw nothing of the kind at Hurricane Harbor, however. (Some lady's dimply ass was nearly shoved in my face while on the steps for a waterslide, though.)
I don't want this misconstrued as fat wank. If there's more of you to love, good for you, I applaud your confidence and self-acceptance. HOWEVER, if you decide to go to a waterpark......for the love of God/Allah/Buddah/whatever, wear swimming attire that properly fits you. Dress for your bodytype. If you know you can't wear a size small bikini bottom, then don't wear it.
But like I commented on my work blog....I had an epiphany while at Great America this weekend. It's not the store that brings out the stupid in people....it's just people in general really are that stupid, whether or not they're grocery shopping! Kevin and I were waiting in the park entrance line with our tickets, and we were waiting behind a family that also has a baby stroller. A park worker came up to them and asked them to go to the end of the wheelchair/stroller accessible line because they were in the wrong line. The father (I guess?) started to give the park worker attitude about it, but for crying out loud....was it so hard to read the sign above the entrance?! Hell, you didn't even have to read it, because it featured the symbols for baby strollers and wheelchairs!
Then the incident on Superman: Ultimate Flight. (Which I already posted about at
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The chick behind us in line decided not to wait, but....I shit you not....she was all, "....But which way do I exit?!"
....The announcement just said to "exit the way you came." NOT through the FlashPass line; THE WAY YOU CAME. Oy. Ignorance must be bliss, I tell ya.
*tangent* And it's come to this. I'm starting work on my book. It's going to be a Project (with a capital P). But this is something I truly do feel passionate about. After hearing about that Steve Slater yesterday (the JetBlue flight attendant), I just feel this book needs to be written.