With a cry of let's do that again!! we bolt past our ride host and run like the wind in a giant circle all the way around the ride until we reach the entrance point once again.
This has nothing to do with anything except that for the past seven days I have seen the same damn rain cloud dumping the same damn rain on my same damn head while my same damn umbrella laughs rudely (albeit dryly) in the car because I'm too dumb to remember to bring it with me. I'm quite certain that somewhere up in the sky a mischievious grey nimbus stormus paininthebutticus finishes its afternoon drenching, yells let's do that again and runs like the wind back to Wisconsin.
Really. It's enough already.