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In the summer, George's days were filled with scratchy headgear and yelling groups. George's summer work had become so monotonous that he was looking for a new one. His days continued in this manner. He'd arrive to work, put on his dumb Six Flags hat, and stand under an umbrella for 6 hours straight, watching everyone else having fun. Being a roller coaster organizer was reserved for the toughest people. Coming to work practically every day and seeing other people having the summer fun you hoped you had depresses people. George tries to keep his emotions in check at work, but it's difficult witnessing people's disheveled hair and shocked expressions as they exit rides filled with thrill and momentum that George only dreamed of experiencing. He wanted to ride all of the rides at his job, but he can't since he doesn't have enough breaks. It truly stinks. But that doesn't stop him from getting paid.

George took his 30-minute break an hour into his shift because the weather was too hot. The hot breeze made it nearly impossible to stay outside for George. He chose to stay inside an employee-only room for a few minutes to calm himself. With the weather being so hot, an increasing number of people were lined up to ride roller coasters. The one George was on today was also very popular. Almost every minute of the day, an excited scream would fill the air.The overcrowding and heated air made George want to spend the rest of his shift in the staff room. He wouldn't be paid for the day if he stayed, though.

When George decided to leave the employee room, he stopped by for a cool drink. The air was almost as hot as it had been, and it was making him sick. George contemplated grabbing a drink because of the huge line at the vending machine. His break was coming to an end, and the long line was bound to take a long time. He persisted, though, because he didn't want to go back so early and without a cool drink to keep his body at a reasonable temperature.

His break had finished 5 minutes ago when he began walking back to his station, just as he had suspected. The incessant pressing from others made his journey much more difficult.
When he arrived at his station, the previous worker was excused as he sat on the stool.

"Row 3, please," George requested of a random rider. He had to make sure that all of the seats were filled today, knowing that the park would be busier than usual.
George kept repeating the same messages again and over.

"Row __ please" was at the top of his lexicon. He hasn't had a legitimate conversation with anyone at the park since his best friend, Sapnap, was fired for almost setting fire to a roller coaster. So the constant saying was all that plagued his mind. The distant babble jolted him out of his reverie.

George disliked how slowly time moved at the park. The line's restrictions were gradually exceeded as time went on. The line almost reached the park's food court, making George's life extremely tough. George would have to deal with this line for the next three hours despite only being three hours in. He pushed himself to smile at others as he instructed them, despite his lack of energy and patience.

Another hour had passed, and George was still repeating his words. That is until a tall blond entered the scene.

"I'm scared. Maybe we should just leave now." The tall blond was conversing with the person next to him. George could tell he was worried by what he said and the emotion on his face. He was attempting to back out, just like most people at the start of a roller coaster queue. At the outset of a roller coaster ride, everyone's body felt a rush of adrenaline as they realized they were about to go on something potentially dangerous. Even with that unmistakable expression, George sympathized with the blond. He didn't normally show sympathy to customers, but the blond was an exception. With his size, it was unusual for someone like him to be so terrified of something as basic as a roller coaster.

"Please, let us go back to the ground; the ride is too high up. What if we fall and die?" said the blonde.

"This is your fault, muffin. You put us in this position with all of your bets," a man behind the blond says. The blond continued to rant about how nervous he was. The line was bound to move after the most recent seats on the ride had been filled. The blond was pacing back and forth by this point. George had seen others become anxious about being on such a large ride, but even children smaller than him acted calmer than him.