She begged me to take her on the Ferris wheel. I told her that I thought she was still too young to go on such a big ride. But she threw a hissy fit when I told her no. So of course, I gave in.
I bought two tickets and we stood in this long line to get on the ride. We finally took our seat on the big wheel and it started to move. When we reached the tippy top, she told me she had to pee and couldn’t hold it. The people below us were not happy campers.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.