Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Raising my hand

You know how when you were a little kid and you went to a carnival, the ride operator would always make sure that you knew to raise your hand if you wanted off the ride?  If you were on the verge of getting sick, or got too scared, or just couldn't take it anymore?

There was always a way out.

Someone was watching, safeguarding your sanity and dignity, making sure that the ride would end when you needed it to.

I'm looking for the ride operator, waving my hand frantically in the air.

I want off this ride.

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