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Wednesday we went to Busch Gardens - a benefit of my brother working for Anheuser Busch.  We had a late start to our day there, but it is truly for the best.  It makes for a less grumpy hubby.  We were only there about 4 1/2 hours yet, we were all as exhausted as we would have been had we been there 8 hours.  We got to see some animal exhibits and ride some rides.  All in all it was a good day.

The only possible complaint about the park itself I have was the parking attendant that greeted us at the gate where you pay for parking.  Because of my pass we get free parking.  When we pulled up to the window my husband held out the pass and the attendant let out a forced “Hi.” as she snatched the pass out of his fingers.  She didn’t even make eye contact.  I just stared at her thinking she was going to say something more or at least crack a smile.  She probably felt a hole burning into the side of her head.  I know this ain’t Disney but for the amount of money I pay - I mean other people  pay - we damn well should get a smile of some sort.  She looked miserable.  Really miserable.  I believe had someone said something to tick her off she would have exploded.  I almost wanted to say something but I waited until my husband pulled away to gripe at HIM of course for HER wrong doing.  I grilled him on what her name was so I could report her but he didn’t notice it.  I NEVER report anyone so for me to want to report someone means they had to be really horrible.  Maybe she had a bad day or something.  Who knows.

The only other thing that bothered me was the lines.  The lines themselves were fine as far as waiting goes, it was my children that bothered me.  Clearly the person who designed the barricades that stream line your waiting doesn’t have kids.  Most of the barricades are metal bars attached in such a way that it visually transforms into a jungle gym the second a child sees it hence, leading to a frenzy of climbing and yelling - well not yelling, more like low, jaw wrenching, teeth gritting, “Get down now.  You’re hitting the person behind you.” type of conversations.  Apparently those aren’t loud enough because they forget ten seconds later and I find the teeth are still clinched but the voice is a little louder, “I. Said. Get. Off. Noooow.”  It wasn’t just my children.  It was most.  There were parents that didn’t opt for stealth like myself.  One mom let everyone hear how unhappy she was with her child.  By the third time mine climbed up while we were waiting for this one particular ride, I had to say something.  Only, I didn’t say anything at all.  I slowly yet firmly put my hand around their arms and squeezed ever so slightly while I gave the ultimate glare telepathically telling them they are going to die if they don’t stop.  Funny how my silence worked better.  Didn’t have to say another word.

Ahhhh, what good family fun!