They're in safe hands alright!
Last one – I think the rest should come under a ‘work QOTW’

It’s the summer of 1996 – I’m a ride operator at Flamingoland on the ‘Go-Gater’ children’s roller coaster and generally having a laugh with the kiddies and ogling the mothers.

One day my beloved go-gater comes of the track slightly and I have to close it. It turns out one of the wheels (the little jumbo skateboard looking ones you get underneath the track to hold the car on) has worn out and allowed the back end to ‘step out’ a bit – whoops made a good screeching noise though!

I help the fixer man mend my little baby and we’re under way again.

Children loving it – some parents pleased for them and some just glad to be rid of them for a couple of mins.

As the car goes round I notice something in the other side of the track. I wait for the car to go through the station – and give the kids a high five as they pass me – then leap over the track into the ‘no-mans land’ in the centre of the ride.

The parents look on wondering what started this mystical behaviour.

Imagine their joy when I pop back onto the station platform with the broken wheel the fixer left behind in my hand like the heart of a conquered savage!
(Clit Ninja is having a white space party!, Mon 13 Jun 2011, 8:43, Reply)