Roller Coaster Comments

I don't like roller coasters. But every fair has one. Its always some large dragon of a thing, twisting and winding its way in the center of the park. The sound of the tracks roaring overhead, a wave of screams that comes and goes like the wind. And in the end, it comes to a stop, while everyone stumbles out drained and disoriented.
But for that brief moment, as I catch a glimpse of them all, screaming at the top of their lungs. I want to be like that. I want to be like them. Happy.
So I go to the back of the line that seems to stretch further than the ride itself. And wait. One thing I don't like is the waiting. Nothing to do but to stare at the front of the line, as happy couples, friends, and family all excitedly get inside. Nothing to do but wait. Standing in the hot sun, as a brief shadow passes overhead, follow by a wind of screams.
After an eternity of waiting, it's finally my turn. The seats smell of freshly wiped vomit, the buckle always feels just a little too loose, and before I know it, the cart begins to move.
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