The only ride without a long line was the Ferris wheel, a favorite of mine. We climbed on, buckled in and started going around. Something about going on rides makes me laugh really hard and if I’m not careful, I’ll laugh and snort at the same time. That’s not too attractive so I tried hard to control myself. As we rotated around, nearing the apex of the wheel, the entire Ferris wheel apparatus abruptly jerked and stopped moving. By that time, we were at the worst possible place to stop, the pinnacle of the wheel. The seat we were in swung wildly back and forth. Ian grabbed and held my hand to be a nice guy. I have a bit of a problem with heights so I started feeling a little woozy. I didn’t tell Ian because I was afraid he would think I was a loser (especially after the incident under the tree). We were looking around wondering what the heck was going on. A man on the ground with a speaker horn yelled to us that it was just mechanical difficulty and to be patient; things would be working shortly. Ian turned to me and wise-cracked, “Hey, we’re alone up here and we’re stuck. This isn’t such a bad situation after all.”
