After getting away from Chicago an hour later than expected due to a furniture delivery, nastier than normal mid-day traffic at the Indiana state line, and the realization that I hadn't accounted for the time change (which cost me an hour) I calculated we wouldn't get there till about 8:50. That's okay, I thought, even if they close at 10 instead of 11 I can still get an hour, and if it's not too busy I can make it a good hour. I called around 7, from near Cleveland and they still hadn't set a closing time, but the guest relations girl said 'probably 9 or 10.' 9 O'clock?! Noooo! Breathe, breathe, breathe. Apparently it had been raining, and was supposed to again. They'd have a definite time by 8:30. Okay, 9 o'clock. That would suck, but I could still make it there and pay the 8$ geenral admission to ride one ride. Oh man, it would suck to be at Kennywood and just ride one thing (how could I choose?) but at least it would be something after all the stress of speeding from Chicago to Pittsburgh. I kept thinking, even if they close at 9:00 i can still get one ride. 8:30 approached, and we were almost to the 'burgh. We would make it there just before 9:00. Time to call again and find out the closing time.
And do you know what time they closed?
8:45.
Noooooooooooooo. After all that.
Anyway, the intense disappointment and frustration gave me enough energy to drive all the rest of the 6 hours to my folk's house in Richmond, VA. And hopefully I'll figure out a way to stop there on a trip later this summer.
Oh, btw, I pretty muh decided my one ride would be Jack Rabbit.
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Touchè, teacher, touchè.
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