And lived to regret it.
Last week I went with my two older sisters to Disneyland
I am the youngest by a lot. My sisters were basically in college by the time I could actually speak full sentences. It’s hard to take someone seriously when they are that much younger than you.
But I’d finally done it. I’d gotten them to believe me when I told them the swinging carriages on the Ferris wheel at California Disney weren’t a big deal. They barely moved. I’d been on them once and I remember feeling disappointed.
And the line was half as long.
So we should just do those.
And they believed me.
And I was just fine.
Underwhelmed once again in fact.
They were not. They did not enjoy rocking back and forth and the two guys from Mexico in the carriage with us had horror in their eyes.
My sisters yelled to get off but due to a malfunction, they couldn’t. So we went around. And my sisters threatened to kill me.
Which is kind of immature for their age if you ask me.
But we got off and they got a free pass to any ride for the inconvenience of almost vomitting due to a malfunction.
So I say it was a total win.
But I don’t think they will ever listen to me again.
( At least I got to skip the Peter Pan line. )