I didn’t want to.
I didn’t want to go at all.
And yet for some unfathomable reason, I was here, suspended a hundred feet in the air, waiting as the roller coaster climbed even higher.
See, I’m not the kind of person who likes going on roller coasters. Shopping malls, museums, even diving, I enjoy.
But the thrill of scaring the shit out of yourself as you hurtle through the air clinging to your seat belt is a terrifying concept I fail to understand.
But G has an uncanny knack for persuading me to do something I don’t really want to do. And that’s kind of how I ended up next to her, on a roller coaster, waiting for my execution.
Oh look, we’ve reached the top.
LOVE this fictional story. Absolutely hilarious. And yes, in real life I really do hate roller coasters.