So this one time...

(Remember the little old guy who would ride around on this bus in the commercials? Loved that guy...)

...a long time ago...during the summer of 2004 before Scot and I got married we went to my parents house in Sacramento for a little visit. One of the days we were there we went to Six Flags Marine World which is basically a miniature Sea World combined with a miniature Six Flags Theme park. We had spent a nice summer day seeing some shows and walking around the park. Toward the end of the day Scot and I decided to venture over to the area of the park where the rides are. There really aren't that many rides (at least at the time there wasn't, it might be different now) but there is this one really HUGE roller coaster ride called The Medusa. I had been on it about 13 trillion times from going as a kid so I wasn't worried or scared...like I sometimes am. It was a particularly busy day at the park so we had been waiting in line for a quite while. After a few minutes I noticed that we hadn't moved at all since getting in line and so we started looking around tryng to figure out what was going on. Come to find out from some of the other kids in line...someone had had the barfies all over the ride and they were trying to get it cleaned up. That was when it all changed for me. I was done! Gross, Gross, Gross. I instantly felt sick and we jumped out of the line. Scot could not understand why I didn't want to get on that ride. Seriously? What if? Just what if you got put in the seat with the barfies (which I would have) and then what if they hadn't gotten it all and then what if it made you have the barfies and then...then you would be known as the OTHER person who had the barfies on the Medusa ride and made the line stop while they cleaned it up. So to this day Scot has never ridden the Medusa ride and maybe he never will because it will forever be known and remembered as the barfy ride and I don't think I will ever be able to look at it the same again.