No More Funnel Cakes

I bolt straight to the line snaking behind a small glass window with a sturdy white frame.

What about the roaring roller coasters, the thrilling white water splashes, and the spinning wheel of baskets you ask?

I am interested in none of it.

That's right. I go to amusement parks for nothing but their funnel cakes.

Now, before you say anything, you must understand. There’s just something about eating a funnel cake amidst cheering screams, bustling crowds and festive music that simply hits differently. It’s an experience that is sure to put me on cloud nine, even when my mood is buried six feet under.

Ah, I can see the powdered sugar getting scattered upon the crispy disk all the way from here. The line always moves astoundingly slow, but the shower of strawberry syrup is quite the show. I never cease to be thunderstruck by the flood of chocolate syrup that threatens to spill over the edge of the plate.

Sigh…

There are young children kicking up a storm in spite of their parents’ warning. That is quite the fit they are having…

Oh dear…

My heart drops and rain fills my soul as I realize the cause of the commotion. I can see the back of many heads, yet not even the ghost of a single funnel cake remains behind the big glass window with a sturdy white frame.