New Parenting Classes, Direct From The Hitler Institute
Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 11:41 pm
Before I begin, I want to make a disclaimer. I did not handle this properly at all. I should have called and had my managers, Security, and an Osceola Sheriff on the unload dock after this. At the end of the ordeal, I wasn't thinking too straight.
So today, I was on a safari, with a family in the front row that, any time I would change velocity in any way, their four- or five-year old son would squeal. The first time, it wasn't too loud, so it didn't hurt. The second time was loud enough that I had to put my finger to my ear, and I could hear the dad say something along the lines of, "See what you did? Do it again!" This was before we had even gotten to the hippo pools. By the time we had reached the croc bridge, he was doing it louder and louder and it was getting downright painful. Finally, as we were just getting into the Savannah, he did it again, loudly enough that I yelped in pain and both parents laughed.
I started driving with my finger in my right ear, and he kept squealing any time I would speed up, slow down, hit any bump, anything that was a change from straight and level. Finally, right before Elephants, he did it in a place where I had to have my finger out of my ear and it really hurt. I turned around to tell them to please stop, as it really hurt. The parents laughed.
What happened next was truly unbelievable. I was so shocked, and I was so busy trying to make the best of it for the rest of my guests, that I didn't handle this properly and have Security throw them out of the park.
I saw the father (I use the term loosely) lean over, whisper something in the child's (again, term used loosely) ear. At the next turn, right before tilting bridge, the child came out of his seat, squealing right in my ear. Mom and Dad found it hilarious the way I writhed in pain, almost driving the truck off the ride path. At that point, I realized further words were useless, and I wanted that safari over.
I drove across the tilting bridge at an overspeed, which causes the show element to not work. I ran the rest of the trip as quickly as I could, giving a very truncated script. I finally arrived at unload, let everyone off without a word. That left the dock person rather surprised, because I am always... shall we say, verbose.
For the next hour, I had a nice, pounding headache. The worst part was knowing that it was dealt to me intentionally.
I can't help but wonder how these parents got this way, to where they see pleasure in someone else's pain. Actually, as I think about it, it scares me to death to think that this child will grow up in the ways they are training him. Some things I just don't understand.
So today, I was on a safari, with a family in the front row that, any time I would change velocity in any way, their four- or five-year old son would squeal. The first time, it wasn't too loud, so it didn't hurt. The second time was loud enough that I had to put my finger to my ear, and I could hear the dad say something along the lines of, "See what you did? Do it again!" This was before we had even gotten to the hippo pools. By the time we had reached the croc bridge, he was doing it louder and louder and it was getting downright painful. Finally, as we were just getting into the Savannah, he did it again, loudly enough that I yelped in pain and both parents laughed.
I started driving with my finger in my right ear, and he kept squealing any time I would speed up, slow down, hit any bump, anything that was a change from straight and level. Finally, right before Elephants, he did it in a place where I had to have my finger out of my ear and it really hurt. I turned around to tell them to please stop, as it really hurt. The parents laughed.
What happened next was truly unbelievable. I was so shocked, and I was so busy trying to make the best of it for the rest of my guests, that I didn't handle this properly and have Security throw them out of the park.
I saw the father (I use the term loosely) lean over, whisper something in the child's (again, term used loosely) ear. At the next turn, right before tilting bridge, the child came out of his seat, squealing right in my ear. Mom and Dad found it hilarious the way I writhed in pain, almost driving the truck off the ride path. At that point, I realized further words were useless, and I wanted that safari over.
I drove across the tilting bridge at an overspeed, which causes the show element to not work. I ran the rest of the trip as quickly as I could, giving a very truncated script. I finally arrived at unload, let everyone off without a word. That left the dock person rather surprised, because I am always... shall we say, verbose.
For the next hour, I had a nice, pounding headache. The worst part was knowing that it was dealt to me intentionally.
I can't help but wonder how these parents got this way, to where they see pleasure in someone else's pain. Actually, as I think about it, it scares me to death to think that this child will grow up in the ways they are training him. Some things I just don't understand.
