Jilly and I are visiting the boardwalk in North Wildwood, NJ. Here’s what happened.
Me, to a Wildwood boardwalk employee: I have 7 tickets left, which is not enough for a roller coaster. What should I do with them?
Employee: Oh! Go ride the Grand Prix!
Me: 7 tickets. Only one of us may go. This will be a defining moment of our relationship. Who shall-
Jilly: I gotta pee
Me: I guess me, then.
So I go and wait in the line for a dumb little bumper car race. And I wait. And wait. And wait. Until it starts raining lightly.
Employee: Sorry folks, we’re shutting down. Better luck next time.
Me: But that ride is still going and it is way way more dangerous to operate when wet.
Jilly, back from peeing: Let’s go find something else, then.
So we walk around the boardwalk and we find rides/gimmicks for 10, 15, 30 tickets… and then it starts pouring.
Me: Jesus Christ, it’s August*! Why is it so COLD
Jilly: I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS
And so we run from cover to cover until we make it back to Jilly’s car and go home. The rain stops right before we get there, which might’ve been nice to know before we walked around in it. Never did spend those tickets.
*Reader, you have discovered my secret. I write them down sometimes weeks before I post them!