hugsquared
<font color=purple>W. makes my liver quiver<font c
- Joined
- Feb 21, 2005
Today myself, DH,DD, DGM (my mom) DSis and her 3 DS's headed out for a day at Six Flags over Georgia. We slept in a little as I didn't want to get there really early and burn out quick. DGM paid for all the kids and herself, 
and DSis got free tickets for the rest of us 
. Okay, this starts out good enough as we are putting no money into this trek yet. We get to the parking area where they hold your car hostage for $10...did I mention TEN DOLLARS??? OMG 
And we had 2 cars. We start across the parking lot where the poorly trained tram drivers are anything but polite, but hey, I refuse to let their poor attitude ruin my day. They have better trained people inside the park for that. We walk in and are literally attacked by people wanting to take our picture. Our group of 8 is somewhat scattered and I say no thank you, but they insist 
. My glasses are half way down my nose by this time and I lower my head to glare over them. This is not a friendly look 
They are wiser than they look and back off. We procede to the large bulletin board that informs us that 2 of my favorite rides are "down for the day". Okay, keep smiling...there's lots to do here 
I'll survive. The weather was nice, cloudy, not too humid (for GA) and an occasional gentle breeze...this may be a good day. I will later laugh at myself for that absurd observation 
We hit the log flume... 
love that ride. We head towards the Batman roller coaster when DH gets the bright idea to ride these swings...harmless enough 
they were the swings from hell!!! As I disembark from Beelzabubs playground, I'm feeling a little shakey and since we have a coupon for $2 off a sports bottle plus numerous coupons for free refills I stagger over to concession stand and place my order for 1 diet coke in a sports bottle and hand over my coupon, certain I have just made the deal of the day. She hands it out the window and announces that will be $13.99 
I just as loudly announced there was no way I was paying her that much money for a coke...sports bottle or no sports bottle. I walked away leaving my DH and DD with this shocked look on their faces. 
I wasn't sure if DSis and DGM would make it as they are bent over laughing at me 
I am not a happy camper. We finally agree to pay for a lesser container of coke and head over to the new haunted house they have. They look at our party and say, "That will be $48". I say again, very loudly, "Now I know whats scary here...you people are nuts" 
I'm slowly becoming the outcast of our group. But between the 2 places, I have save $62 in less than 10 minutes...I think they should be worshiping me 
We continue to meander through the park, waiting in line for a minimum of an hour for each ride that lasts 45 seconds. I'm loosing the address to my happy place...I think I lost it over by the haunted house.
I can't help but notice how dirty the park looks, very unkept. The staff have the personality of toads and the visitors are just as bad. And the number of pre-pubecent girls and teenagers running around practically naked embarressed me 
. I had a long discussion with DD how these girls have no respect for themselves or their body and if they don't respect themselves, no one else will. She's 9...Please God, let some of this sink in 
We have finally made it around to the Great American Scream Machine...my favorite beside the Georgia Cyclone. Suddenly streaks of lightening come, the sky turns nasty and the mother of all rain, thunder and lightening storms falls upon us 
Rain the size of bumble bees...no umbrella, poncho or place to hide. Stick a fork in us because at this point, we're done. 
We trek the 159 miles back to the main gate in the pouring rain, soaked to the absolute bone, DH can't find his happy place, I've permantely moved out of mine and DD wants to know why we're leaving? I know I looked at her like she has lost her everloving mind at that point 
We finally get to where the trams drive you the next 300 miles to the parking lot the size of small western town, just to discover that like all the rest of the rides, the tram doesn't operate in "inclimate weather" either. We hoof it for at least 15 minutes, literally in ankle deep water with lightening all around us to get to our car. 
By now, I'm just happy to be alive! Okay, happy may be a strong word.
So now I trying to put the nightmare behind me and focus on the Mouse
...only 51 days to go, only 51 days to go.
It official....I'm a Disney snob! And proud of it.
and DSis got free tickets for the rest of us . Okay, this starts out good enough as we are putting no money into this trek yet. We get to the parking area where they hold your car hostage for $10...did I mention TEN DOLLARS??? OMG And we had 2 cars. We start across the parking lot where the poorly trained tram drivers are anything but polite, but hey, I refuse to let their poor attitude ruin my day. They have better trained people inside the park for that. We walk in and are literally attacked by people wanting to take our picture. Our group of 8 is somewhat scattered and I say no thank you, but they insist . My glasses are half way down my nose by this time and I lower my head to glare over them. This is not a friendly look They are wiser than they look and back off. We procede to the large bulletin board that informs us that 2 of my favorite rides are "down for the day". Okay, keep smiling...there's lots to do here I'll survive. The weather was nice, cloudy, not too humid (for GA) and an occasional gentle breeze...this may be a good day. I will later laugh at myself for that absurd observation We hit the log flume... love that ride. We head towards the Batman roller coaster when DH gets the bright idea to ride these swings...harmless enough they were the swings from hell!!! As I disembark from Beelzabubs playground, I'm feeling a little shakey and since we have a coupon for $2 off a sports bottle plus numerous coupons for free refills I stagger over to concession stand and place my order for 1 diet coke in a sports bottle and hand over my coupon, certain I have just made the deal of the day. She hands it out the window and announces that will be $13.99 I just as loudly announced there was no way I was paying her that much money for a coke...sports bottle or no sports bottle. I walked away leaving my DH and DD with this shocked look on their faces. I wasn't sure if DSis and DGM would make it as they are bent over laughing at me I am not a happy camper. We finally agree to pay for a lesser container of coke and head over to the new haunted house they have. They look at our party and say, "That will be $48". I say again, very loudly, "Now I know whats scary here...you people are nuts" I'm slowly becoming the outcast of our group. But between the 2 places, I have save $62 in less than 10 minutes...I think they should be worshiping me We continue to meander through the park, waiting in line for a minimum of an hour for each ride that lasts 45 seconds. I'm loosing the address to my happy place...I think I lost it over by the haunted house.
I can't help but notice how dirty the park looks, very unkept. The staff have the personality of toads and the visitors are just as bad. And the number of pre-pubecent girls and teenagers running around practically naked embarressed me . I had a long discussion with DD how these girls have no respect for themselves or their body and if they don't respect themselves, no one else will. She's 9...Please God, let some of this sink in We have finally made it around to the Great American Scream Machine...my favorite beside the Georgia Cyclone. Suddenly streaks of lightening come, the sky turns nasty and the mother of all rain, thunder and lightening storms falls upon us Rain the size of bumble bees...no umbrella, poncho or place to hide. Stick a fork in us because at this point, we're done. We trek the 159 miles back to the main gate in the pouring rain, soaked to the absolute bone, DH can't find his happy place, I've permantely moved out of mine and DD wants to know why we're leaving? I know I looked at her like she has lost her everloving mind at that point We finally get to where the trams drive you the next 300 miles to the parking lot the size of small western town, just to discover that like all the rest of the rides, the tram doesn't operate in "inclimate weather" either. We hoof it for at least 15 minutes, literally in ankle deep water with lightening all around us to get to our car. By now, I'm just happy to be alive! Okay, happy may be a strong word.
So now I trying to put the nightmare behind me and focus on the Mouse
...only 51 days to go, only 51 days to go.It official....I'm a Disney snob! And proud of it.
Imagine paying $10 to park, then having to walk a country mile to the park in the searing sun. Then after a long, exhausting day in the park, having to walk a country mile back to your car. All for the "bargain" price of $10...shouldn't they be paying me for that torture?! Well, that's parking at my local SF.
OMG, it sounds like you had a bad day. Sorry. You did us a huge service though. A friend is coming to visit us in a couple of weeks from Florida. She wants to visit Six Flags while she is up here. We told her that there was no way that we wanted to go. She couldn't understand why. This will help make our case. Thanks for sharing the 
