It was a flashback to the mid-90's.
4-year old Kimmy was "lost" in a brightly colored hamster tube at Leaps 'N Bounds. It had been 10 minutes since I'd last spotted her behind a steering wheel waving to me through a smudged-up window 2 stories above my head.
I had motioned for her to come down, but she conveniently disappeared.
I followed her trail from below, anticipating her moves. A-ha! I spotted her in the control room at the top of the twirly slide.
4-year old Kimmy was "lost" in a brightly colored hamster tube at Leaps 'N Bounds. It had been 10 minutes since I'd last spotted her behind a steering wheel waving to me through a smudged-up window 2 stories above my head.
I had motioned for her to come down, but she conveniently disappeared.
I followed her trail from below, anticipating her moves. A-ha! I spotted her in the control room at the top of the twirly slide.
I stuck my
head up the bottom of the brightly colored curley-cue, "GET DOWN HERE RIGHT
NOW, KIMMY WALT!" I barely got the "OR ELSE" out before I
was hit in the lips by a pair of brightly colored socks.Not hers.
I growled as I climbed up a purple ladder and yelled, "KIMMY! I KNOW YOU HEAR ME! COME DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!"
I counted to 100. She was still missing. Damn!
I was going to have to go in after her.
It's been over 20 years since I entered that hell hole and I recall it like it was yesterday.
OMG! The plastic was so hard. My knees were killing me before I'd gone 10 feet.
And apparently I wasn't moving quite fast enough. Terrorist todlers were tailgating me as I maneuvered through the tubes. "Back off, Buster," I said to an unruly rugrat attempting an illegal pass on a curve.
It was so stinkin' hot. And humid. The aroma of sweaty children comingled with pizza and a hint of poopy diaper wafted around me. And something else. What was it?
I rounded a corner and put my hand into the something else. Puke. It was all I could do to keep from adding to the collection. I wanted to turn around, but the traffic jam of toddlers behind me prevented any change of course.
I wiped my hand on the tube wall and did my best spider woman maneuver to get around the nastiness.
I was going to have to go in after her.
It's been over 20 years since I entered that hell hole and I recall it like it was yesterday.
OMG! The plastic was so hard. My knees were killing me before I'd gone 10 feet.
And apparently I wasn't moving quite fast enough. Terrorist todlers were tailgating me as I maneuvered through the tubes. "Back off, Buster," I said to an unruly rugrat attempting an illegal pass on a curve.
It was so stinkin' hot. And humid. The aroma of sweaty children comingled with pizza and a hint of poopy diaper wafted around me. And something else. What was it?
I rounded a corner and put my hand into the something else. Puke. It was all I could do to keep from adding to the collection. I wanted to turn around, but the traffic jam of toddlers behind me prevented any change of course.
I wiped my hand on the tube wall and did my best spider woman maneuver to get around the nastiness.
I was
literally trapped like a rat in a maze.
I tottered down one tube after another, calling Kimmy's name. The claustrophobia began to kick in as my panic intensified.Then I saw the steering wheel. She must be close!
I knimped (def: limp while crawling on hands and knees) my way to the smudged-up window to get my bearing. I looked down only to see Kimmy looking up at me.
But she disappeared. Was it a mirage?
About 2 seconds later she was next to me. My sweet, sweaty 4-year old Kimmy had come to my rescue.
I disembarked the curli-cue slide and considered kissing the ground, but decided against it considering the carpet's condition. Then my day got even better. The pimply-faced teen-aged bouncer told me that I was too big to go up in the tubes.
So I told him he smelled like farts.
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