We-Go-Round

I've never cried in the amusement park. I won't. I'll pinch my tongue to bleed if I do. If someone bludgeons me to choose, I'd rather die phlebotomizing, staining the merry-go-round with my blood than shedding a single tear on a Ferris wheel. It's so mal à propos. You're supposed to be happy in the amusement park or puke up your lunch on the merry-go-round or conquering acrophobia on the Ferris wheel or whatsoever. Anything but crying. You must show the kiddos how untroubled you are. That's the rule.