ARE YOU A JUNKY?

The other day, Andrew and I went to Kings Dominion with another couple. We had a great time. So much fun! When you walk around an amusement park all day and spend more time waiting in lines than actually riding the rides, you’re able to watch and observe the typical middle-class American. I love watching people…they’re fascinating.

There’s the high-schooler’s who can easily be identified because they walk around the park in large groups. Then there’s the military guys breaking free from the strict order they live under…they also travel in packs. I love the family reunions where they go out of their way to get everyone a bright neon colored t-shirt so that if anyone got separated, they’d be easy to spot! Then there’s the couples who make out and hold hands through the whole park and basically start a family right there in line for the Rebel Yell. (FYI - We were not included in this category.) And then there’s those girls who wear caked on foundation and eyeliner that would put Boy George to shame, not to mention the short mini skirts and high heels to impress the loser guys they like who wear Jnko jeans. I always laugh at them. The people we noticed the most on Sat. were the game junkies.

Game junkies are the people who love spending $5.00 to toss a ring over the green bottle in hopes of getting the oversized, brightly colored, extra stuffed, plush Tweety Bird. These people I don’t understand. All day long we saw game junkies walking around the park carrying huge plastic bags full of dumb, oversized plush animals/dolls/prizes/whatever-you-wanna-call-them. The amount of money they spend trying to win the prizes is more than the amount they spent to get in the park! It’s like they think it’s a deal. “OOH Look! Only 10 bucks to pick the right floating duck out of the 100, and I get a big neon green snake!” Are you kidding me?!

Here’s another question… What do you do with all of them when you get home?! I feel like if I ever walked into one of these junkie’s houses, I’d pass out from the manufacturing factory fumes. I mean lets be real. How do you fit them all in your car at the end of the night, much less have room for them in your home?! Maybe they don’t buy furniture and just throw all the prizes together on the floor and use them as cushions. Maybe they like having everything they own having a “made in China” sticker on it. Maybe they sell them…from one junky to the next…capitalizing on their talented game efforts. Who knows.

Yay for American tackiness!!!