People pay to get this sensation. The fairground rides are mostly designed to give it to you. And here I am, getting it for free as part of the job.
There are limits, of course. Run the Tilt-A-Whirl too fast, leave the Zipper going too long, and all the kids would be begging for it to stop between spewing corn dogs. I’m sort of at that point, myself.
I could stop. I am an adult, I have it in my hands, almost literally, to get off the ride whenever I want. It’s my choice.
But I’m going to stay with it a little longer, not because this is fun, but because I’m not exactly sure what’s under me. They always say look before you leap, and the world outside is whirling around too fast to get a good look at.
I’d prefer to correct the spin instead of yanking on the ejector handle, leaving twenty tons of fighter jet to settle into the roof of a school.
“Inktober 2019 – Dizzy” ©2019 Dirck de Lint.