“Well, this is really spec-freaking-tacular!”

They were dangling in the air on a broken carnival ride. It was supposed to swing back a forth like a pendulum and spin. My self preservation and A+ in physics told me this was not safe but my cousin demanded it was this or the roller coaster that went on for nearly a mile.

“Hey! Chill! It’s not every day someone can say this happened to them!”

He replied, obviously trying the cheer me up. It was obviously not working.

“Well thank goodness for that!”

I eyed the ground below– above? Doesn’t matter the point is I glared at the ground. A couple of guys were fiddling with the control panels.

“Hey! A little PROGRESS WOULD BE NICE!”

All of a sudden one of them whacked the box on the side with his hand and on the top with a wrench. The seats went flying as the ride was sent back in motion,surprising its occupants. There was a lot of yelling from the ground as the men hurried to shut it down and much cursing from my seat all artfully accented by the cream of groaning metal as the machine tested gravity and the laws of motion.