Six Flags, Fiesta Texas. Idiots In Charge.

Kate, Vale and I took a day to swing around the infamous Six Flags park in Fiesta Texas, just outside of San Antonio.  Sorry, no pictures because Kate’s camera was stolen.  Don’t expect any common sense or compassion from the park employees either.  They are sun-fried and not able to count past fingers on one hand.  A special treat is how the security supervisor tried to argue semantics with me about how the camera was not stolen, it was just missing.  Wow, are you shitting me?

Nope, the hospitality of Six Flags, Fiesta Texas is just a chunk of bullshit laying in the summer Texas sun.  The rides are cool, don’t get me wrong.  The engineers did a good job but the love stops after the cold steel tracks.  No love or help from the employees.  So don’t get in trouble there.  Don’t have a heart attack, don’t lose track of your children, and don’t let go of your belongings.  Whatever you do, don’t listen to the ride director and put your personal belongings in a nicely crafted basket placed along the ride carts of Tony Hawk’s spinning blah-blah-blah.  It won’t be there when you come back and the park will officially declare themselves idiots by saying it’s just lost, not stolen.  Things just grow legs and walk away around here…