I have a few days off next week so what could possibly be nicer that taking my daughter and two of her friends to a theme park for the day?
I have such clear memories of my last but one trip to a theme park. Let’s call it Alton Towers for that is its name.
I don’t know which part I enjoyed least.
a) The happy hours spent in queues for rides manned by semi – house trained bullies. b) The joy for a non smoker of inhaling other people’s poisonous fumes, whilst in those endless queues.
c) The litter that was everywhere.
d) The rip off prices.
e) The filthy toilets.
f) The total lack of shelter when it rained.
g) The amusing way the rides tended to break down after one had been in a queue for the sodding thing for absolutely ages, and the total lack of apologies when this occurred – twice to us on that particular day.
h) The fact that they had the nerve to ask me to fill in a customer satisfaction survey on my way out.
Now Reidski would confirm that when really pissed off I do have a tendency to make my feelings known. In this instance Alton Towers were treated to what was eventually a four page letter of vitriolic complaints, ending with the assurance that I would NEVER return to experience the thrills of Alton Towers again.
They replied with a set of complementary tickets for the whole family, and as the kids found them before I had managed to burn them….yes, I had to go again.
So next week – can’t wait. I take the kids to Thorpe Park in this instance, which I am sure is every bit as wonderful as Alton Towers: by which I mean, it is probably hell on earth.
And then I sod off to Windsor Castle with my mum, and pick the kids up again later.
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