
Went to Busch Gardens Howl O’Scream over the weekend and had a fun time. Though the beverage choices left much to be desired — Pepsi and Budweiser. Um, gross?
Rode a couple of coasters, stuffed myself full of pancakes and brisket, and was even introduced to a new method of parenting while there:
Guy walks over to the restrooms with one son and one daughter in tow. Guy’s obviously gotta pee like a racehorse but has no one to watch the kids. Guy’s screwed, right? You wish.
Because Guy’s got quite an out-of-the-box mentality. Why should his bladder swell to the size of a softball when there are complete strangers around to do his job for him?
So he grabs the attention of some random Dude and the conversation runs as follows:
Guy: Hey, you mind watching my kids for a second?
Dude: [stepping dutifully forward] Sure thing.
Guy: Thanks a million. I gotta go BAD!
Dude: No problem.
Me: [to Eric] Think we should stick around for awhile and keep these kids alive…?
The whole exchange was so inconceivable that I refused to believe Guy and Dude weren’t previously acquainted. But Dude’s wife killed my theory when she emerged from the restroom looking just as incredulous as I did at the sight of those kids.
I’d sooner unload my offspring on the guy in the above photo but then I live a rather sheltered life.
And lest ye fear they met with foul play, I’ll report that after the rest stop was concluded the kids were safely returned to their father. Not sure if that’s much to cheer about, though.











