But what I wouldn't give to be able to work at Paramount's Kings Island Amusement Park in beautiful Mason, OH this summer.
Four thousand seasonal jobs up for grabs. I can apply online.
Think they'd hire a 54-year-old former ride operator with bad knees?
|KI back in the day|
But the fond flashbacks remain.
|Sexy Slide Girl|
What a hoot it would be to return once more to the scene of my first crime, er, job.
OK, so inhaling the helium from that kid's balloon for the sake of temporarily sounding like Alvin the Chipmunk instead of just holding the balloon like I promised the kid I would while he rode the Troika was, indeed, stealing.
However, just so's ya know, I paid him back three times the cost of the balloon after his brother called my bluff that the balloon had blown away.
A costly, guilt-producing comedic moment. Lesson learned. (Still can't believe I did that.)
Getting smacked in the face with vomit a-whirlin' after some dizzy woman tossed her cookies while twirlin' around and around and up and down on Haley's Comet was certainly a high point of my ride operating career. Occupational hazard.
|Alice and Mrs. Brady at KI|
The best part of working at KI? Certainly not the pay -- back then, a whopping $1.85 an hour; maybe $2.25 if you stayed on and worked weekends in the fall.
No doubt about it, Kings Island was all about the friendships forged summer after summer.
And thanks to Facebook, I've recently reconnected with a couple of my old KI cohorts.
|Sprinkle liberally where needed|
Adding to my bucket list as I blog.
One more day as a ride operator at Kings Island.
Will work for helium.