|The givers of Pain and Delight
||[Jul. 31st, 2008|10:48 am]
There is a place called the Zoo. It is designed to traumatize me.
So we went to the zoo. Not the normal zoo, some other zoo far away in "Oakland" or something. For a while, it was great. I saw a real live elephant for the first time, and I guess I did get to ride on one car for like, A MINUTE... But what about ALL THE OTHER RIDES?!?!?1!?
There were these awesome sweet big cars that kids could drive, and after showing them to me for a few minutes, Dad decides I CAN'T ride them! WTF!?!? Something about not being accompanied by a parent or some such nonsense. They tried to take me on a stupid carousel instead. Don't they know that carousels are for BABIES!?! I mean, babies younger than me.
Also, every time we just get started riding around on something, I HAVE TO GET OFF! We get on the train, and 4 minutes later, OFF! ALL DONE! BABY ALL DONE! I get on the littler, lamer cars, and after 4 minutes, OFF! ALL DONE! BABY ALL DONE! It's ridiculous, and I think they're doing it to torture me. I cried a more concentrated burst of pure crying-power during that fiasco than at any other time since Mom took away the broken glass I wanted to eat.