I hate roller coasters. All of them.
I don't do well on them; I get disoriented almost immediately and tend to stay that way for a while after, and if I'm lucky there is no throwing up as well. But there we were, at a fair. It was only a small roller coaster, hardly even worth wanting to vom at the sight of it. My husband really, really wanted a go on it, and since he'd been so accommodating of my want to see the prize chickens, top cakes and winning sheep, I agreed. Been decades since the last, after all. It was the first ride we tried. . . .

The little kids standing nearby, trying to decide how to use their remaining tickets, were awfully pleased when they received our near-full ticket sheet and wondered at why grown-ups would be going home so early in the day.
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Thu 9 Jun 2011, 18:21, Reply)