"I can run one of the rides?" You ask.
"You sure can. Would you like that?" Uncle Jim asks in response.
You nod rapidly with excitement. "I would like that very much," you say. Oh boy! To run one of the rides would be sweet. How badass. Making the people stick to the walls on those super fast spinning chambers, or make them go around and around on the ferris wheel way high up in the air. That would be most excellent, you say to yourself. And what about the roller coasters? Some one had to run them! Most excellent indeed.
Uncle Jim slaps a hand on your back and smiles warmly. "Good," he says, "I'll introduce you to the guy in charge over there."
Your uncle begins walking off and you follow him through the park, past one of the restrooms and past a gift shop. You walk by the Little Duck's play area where all the little rides for the kids are. You soon reach the side of one of the wooden roller coasters where a tool shed sits behind a fence.
Your Uncle Jim knocks on the door and a dirty looking man in overhauls and a dirty truckers cap stands wiping grease from his hands. He smiles a sparsely toothed grin that makes him look like a damn hill billy idiot. "Howdy, Jim," he says reaching out a hand for Jim to shake.
Jim avoids the dirty hand by putting a hand on your back and pushing you towards him. He smells like an unidentifiable road kill which has been baking in the sun for almost a week and has become so rancid that even the crows won't touch it. That and beer. He smells like road kill and old beer.
"Jake, this is my nephew Ricky. He's gonna work one of the rides for you, wherever you need the help."
"Sounds good to me," He tells your uncle. Taking that as his cue to exit, Uncle Jim turns around and walks away, leaving you with the man with the terrible scent who will now be your boss.
You and Jake stare at each other for quite some time before he speaks. It is a decidedly uncomfortable stare. “I been workin’ here for almost five years now. The Meth Lab I was workin’ at got shut down by the Police back in 98, and after that I was perty much making money on whatever I could. I made some cash catchin’ frogs and sellin’ ‘em to them fancy restaurants where they eat them slimy critters. But that was messy work. After that I started pimping out my cousins… Till that fell through on account of Federal Regulatorifications. And now’s I runs the rides. I know every part of every ride here. You might say I’m even and expert.”
He smiles his virtually toothless grin again, this time at you. "But that aren’t why we’re talkin’ is it? I got a couple a' rides you can pick from," He tells you.
You start to get excited; your mind turning once more to the prospect of roller coasters. Your hopes are quickly dashed however, when Jake presents you with your options.
"The bumper cars can use some help. Theys only one gal over there. And the Carousel only got one person. You can help on one of those.
"So what'll it be?"
You think about it for a moment, chewing on a finger nail. As you chew you think you catch the taste of booger. You take your finger out of your mouth and speak; "I can't run a roller coaster?"
Jake shakes his head; "E'rey one wants to run the damn roller coaster. You gotta pick from the Bumper Cars and the Carousel."
You think again before speaking. "What's a carousel?" You ask.
"You know," He says, "One of those horse things that goes around in circles and plays the jewelry box music."
You decide that you like the way Jake describes things real simple for you. Carousel or Bumper Cars?
Make a decision.
"You sure can. Would you like that?" Uncle Jim asks in response.
You nod rapidly with excitement. "I would like that very much," you say. Oh boy! To run one of the rides would be sweet. How badass. Making the people stick to the walls on those super fast spinning chambers, or make them go around and around on the ferris wheel way high up in the air. That would be most excellent, you say to yourself. And what about the roller coasters? Some one had to run them! Most excellent indeed.
Uncle Jim slaps a hand on your back and smiles warmly. "Good," he says, "I'll introduce you to the guy in charge over there."
Your uncle begins walking off and you follow him through the park, past one of the restrooms and past a gift shop. You walk by the Little Duck's play area where all the little rides for the kids are. You soon reach the side of one of the wooden roller coasters where a tool shed sits behind a fence.
Your Uncle Jim knocks on the door and a dirty looking man in overhauls and a dirty truckers cap stands wiping grease from his hands. He smiles a sparsely toothed grin that makes him look like a damn hill billy idiot. "Howdy, Jim," he says reaching out a hand for Jim to shake.
Jim avoids the dirty hand by putting a hand on your back and pushing you towards him. He smells like an unidentifiable road kill which has been baking in the sun for almost a week and has become so rancid that even the crows won't touch it. That and beer. He smells like road kill and old beer.
"Jake, this is my nephew Ricky. He's gonna work one of the rides for you, wherever you need the help."
"Sounds good to me," He tells your uncle. Taking that as his cue to exit, Uncle Jim turns around and walks away, leaving you with the man with the terrible scent who will now be your boss.
You and Jake stare at each other for quite some time before he speaks. It is a decidedly uncomfortable stare. “I been workin’ here for almost five years now. The Meth Lab I was workin’ at got shut down by the Police back in 98, and after that I was perty much making money on whatever I could. I made some cash catchin’ frogs and sellin’ ‘em to them fancy restaurants where they eat them slimy critters. But that was messy work. After that I started pimping out my cousins… Till that fell through on account of Federal Regulatorifications. And now’s I runs the rides. I know every part of every ride here. You might say I’m even and expert.”
He smiles his virtually toothless grin again, this time at you. "But that aren’t why we’re talkin’ is it? I got a couple a' rides you can pick from," He tells you.
You start to get excited; your mind turning once more to the prospect of roller coasters. Your hopes are quickly dashed however, when Jake presents you with your options.
"The bumper cars can use some help. Theys only one gal over there. And the Carousel only got one person. You can help on one of those.
"So what'll it be?"
You think about it for a moment, chewing on a finger nail. As you chew you think you catch the taste of booger. You take your finger out of your mouth and speak; "I can't run a roller coaster?"
Jake shakes his head; "E'rey one wants to run the damn roller coaster. You gotta pick from the Bumper Cars and the Carousel."
You think again before speaking. "What's a carousel?" You ask.
"You know," He says, "One of those horse things that goes around in circles and plays the jewelry box music."
You decide that you like the way Jake describes things real simple for you. Carousel or Bumper Cars?
Make a decision.
Choose:
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