Right after I graduated from high school, nineteen years ago (arrrgh!), I spent a summer working at Knott's Berry Farm. And then I never went back to Knott's Berry Farm, ever again. (There is indeed a causal connection there.) Until today, that is. Mom the Retired School Administrator and I spent a few hours there, listening to people scream very loudly:
I'm afraid that our own choice of ride was a little...tamer:
In case you're wondering, I didn't work on the rides; I sold churros. This was not, perhaps, the most intellectually stimulating of my various non-academic summer jobs. (My churro stand, alas, was nowhere to be seen. Which is hardly surprising, given the whole nineteen years thing.) I continue to take a principled stand against eating churros, but I did take a photograph of them:
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