-Nate *** Edited 12/17/2004 9:01:10 AM UTC by coasterdude318***
While working Dorney's Monster ride (it was the same year I worked the skyscraper) I remember there was a week and a half period - 10 days where there were 21 separate, distinct protein spills. The Irony? I had the joy/luck of cleaning up 19 of them!
Toward the beginning of that 10-day reign of puke (no pun intended) I had one guest - first thing in the morning - get on with her boyfriend. Just bought a souvenir water bottle, and apparently just ate breakfast. During their exclusive ride (no one else in line) I see the guy motion to stop the ride. She threw up - mostly IN the water bottle (which she promptly threw in the trash can, and didn't even ask for a replacement!). I was so thankful that cleanup was minor - just a little bit on the side of the car that took all of 5 minutes to wipe up and disinfect. The very next morning, I have another first-ride-of-the-day with 3 girls. Since there's a maximum of 2 per car, and none of them wanted to ride alone, they dragged this boy who was with them on. He didn't want to go on, and said he'd throw up. His "friends" said no he wouldn't, so he agrees. Not even 10 seconds into the ride he lets loose leaving a nice spiral design of puke on the ground (gotta love 3 axes of rotation!) I used the 2 1/2 1gal jugs of Petro (the kitty-litter stuff we use) we had at the ride and STILL had to call for more. There were 4 other pukes that day, 4 the next, and as I said, a total of 21 in 10 days.
I got off Medusa and a 10-year-old boy runs past everyone out the exit heads straight for the garbage can and spews about a quart of neon red goo. He proceeds quickly down the stairs but about halfway, he has another spewing fit right on the steps, where it was plain for all to see he had not only downed 2-3 Slushees but also a chili dog very recently. He proceeds a bit more cautiously down the stairs this time, but again unloads a huge amount of red goo into the trash can at the bottom of the steps, twice.
By this time I am just dumbfounded that so much volume can come out of this skinny little kid, and am openly staring. He takes a 30-second breather then continues down the exit path, but once again has to unload in the middle of the path.
I start looking around for his parents or friends, assuming he is not in the park alone, but don't see anyone. I felt sorry for him, and walk over to offer to help him clean up and see if he was alone, but he takes off down the exit path again. I follow but lose him in the crowd, which is hard to do considering he was covered chin to toe in neon red goo and chili dog chunks.
A couple minutes later I see him surrounded by 3 older boys (presumably his brothers) leading to the bathroom: one looks concerned, the other 2 are doubled over with laughter. The kid himself had a sheepish grin on his face combined with a dazed look.
At least he had family there to support/ridicule him.
"I could never love an Arrow...except the Suspened ones"
SpecialEd said:
During the Blue Streak Challenge this year at Conneaut, I was amazed to see one team member blow chunks only about 10 laps into the marathon--rookie! He could have at least gone outside the station area to do so, but instead opted to chuck into a small trash can so we could have the pleasure of smelling it each trip around.
That was my bf and he didn't puke until the 28th lap. The reason he puked in the trash can sitting there was so that he could take it away and clean it up. The problem was that the trash can had holes in the bottom of it! That made cleaning it up nearly impossible, so sorry if it bothered ya! And on another note if you're gonna spew, it's hard enough to make it back to the station let alone get out of the station to do it.
He didn't know he had that much of a problem with motion sickness until then. We have marathoned before without a problem so I don't know what went wrong.
During one of the rides he took, a man sitting directly in front of him let it spew while going through the camelback (zero-g roll). Jim said he saw it coming but there wasn't anything he could do. He was splashed with the nastiness as well as a man sitting behind Jim. As soon as the ride was over Jim went to the bathroom to clean up. He said his beard was totally soaked because of the mishap.
Here is another pretty nasty one. This one involves a certain poster (or former poster considering I haven't seen him on here in a long while). To protect the name of the person, I will just refer to him as "Fry"
In 1998, I made my first visit to the IX-Center in Cleveland. I went up with Dave Althoff. We met up with a couple of other people including Fry. For those of you that are not familar with the IX-Center, it's a large indoor carnival with many rides including two coasters (at least in 1998) as well as many flat rides.
After riding a few things and eating some fries (do you see where this is going?), we walked up to a Zipper. I had never ridden one and neither had Fry. Both of us were determined to give it a ride.
We hopped into a cage and began what is still one of the most insane rides I have ever gotten on a Zipper. It seemed to last for at least 5 minutes. During our ride, Fry was starting to feel bad. We both thought it would be a good idea to get off the ride soon but the ride operator had second thoughts. Even though we were yelling at the ride op to stop the ride, it continued on for another couple of minutes.
Once the ride op had his fun of messing with us, he decided to unload the ride, but he didn't start with our cage. We were stuck up at the top while he was unloading. Fry was green by this time. He looked at me with a kind of very sad face and said, "Sean, I am sorry."
.....then he let it all out.
Because we were in a Zipper cage, we couldn't move anywhere. All I remember saying to Fry was, "Nice catch" or something of that nature.
Once our cage was open and we were allowed to leave, Fry took off running to the bathroom. I slowly walked out to make sure I wouldn't get any "residue" on me. The ride operator had a kind of smirk on his face. He knew what he was doing. The sickest part was he decided to re-load our cage with two young girls. I told him it was messy in there and he should have cleaned it first. He looked at me with another smirk and closed the cage, with the two girls inside. I didn't stick around to witness their first flip but I am guessing it wasn't nice.
-Sean
redman822 said:Is a disclaimer of that type really necessary? Seriously. The thread is titled "Worst Puke Stories at an amusment park". If you can't figure out there will be gross stories in here than a simple disclaimer won't help you.
Just trying to save Jeff from some lawsuits! ;)
You know I'm suprised nobody's every lost it on an invertigo yet....imagine if you will sitting in the middle row facing forward going up lift # 2 & all of a sudden the people in the seat in front of you just started blowing chunks,now that's one experience you'd probably not soon forget.
As for me the only time I've ever hurled on a ride would be back in 97 on the scrambler at a local carnival & as a result I've never dared to set foot on a scrambler ever again,also a few years ago at SFA I got pretty messed up after riding the eagle & choosing to follow it up with a quick spin on their now defunct enterprise & while I never actually hurled I sure didn't feel so hot for the remainder of the day & learned that roto-shakes & enterprises definitely don't mix.
Sometimes when I am riding an Invertigo and facing against someone I don't know, I put on a sick face and start to gag as we are heading up one of the lifts. It never fails to freak people out.
-Sean
Sean Flaharty said:
Sometimes when I am riding an Invertigo and facing against someone I don't know, I put on a sick face and start to gag as we are heading up one of the lifts. It never fails to freak people out.-Sean
The same thing is fun to do in the inverted looping Eagle at Rochester's Sea Breeze (sorry I don't know ride type name- but it's the same as the Yellow Arrow thing at Kennywood)
"I could never love an Arrow...except the Suspened ones"
My uncles and I were at Disneyland for their 30th anniversary a couple years ago...heh heh...it was extremely crowded. We came to a wide clearing in Tomorrowland. There was a kid standing in the middle with a decent sized puddle around his feet. Good stuff. You should have seen the guests doing the limbo just to avoid it.
The only other time I've ever seen someone puke on a ride was the same day on Raging Bull. As our restraints were unlocked at the end of the ride, someone managed to cover their entire row, and the corner of the op booth. It was one of the most disgusting days I've ever had at a park.
You won't see me coming...
Like any normal person I hate seeing people puke all over the place. But the worst is when you *smell* something nasty, and that fear shoots through your body that you’ve just stepped in it.
My story isn’t that great, but will always be memorable to me. A few years ago after getting one last great ride on the Hulk to end a fantastic day at IOA, I decided to buy the on-ride picture. “Ugh, something smells terrible.” Sure enough, I turn around and there’s puke all over the place. The photo guy just laughed as I covered up my nose with my shirt. It didn’t ruin the day at all, but was really kind of a funny way to end *such* a great night. Needless to say, we dodged the puke and got the **** out of there!
Funny stories.
MMMmmmm..... cant wait to eat breakfast!
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