The most reliable of your coworkers, she bangs on the ice cream machine with a firm fist until it rumbles and spits out a swirl of chocolate and vanilla. Needless to say, everyone has fun here-even you, just not for the intended reasons. You’ve often heard the echo of laughter from that side of the waterpark, however, the thought of stepping onto a boat over any body of water makes you squirm.
Then there are the small speedboats in Roxy’s Harbor, where little kids can hop in and zoom around a large pool. The lazy rivers in Monty’s Swamp have such a lush design of dense greenery and you think many people relax while floating along, though you tend to tense if you stare at the slow current for too long. There was some hazy daydream of getting over your fear of falling into pools and the fact that you don’t have a way to get yourself back to the surface, like exposure therapy or something brilliant like that, but nope. Not to mention, you’ve been in desperate need of Vitamin D. Being outside was all you wanted after a rough winter and a dreary spring. You hate to admit it, but you’re getting attached to standing behind the stupid hot counter that really needs an air conditioner that’s not just one lousy fan that whirls endlessly, halfheartedly pushing the heat around. Under the blistering white sun, you hand customers snow cones, hot dogs, french fries, cookies, and those horrid popsicles with the waterpark’s mascot faces that have not translated well onto the frozen treat. The snack bar you take your shifts in contains your standard play place fair, geared towards hunger swimmers and lounging patrons. It’s your summertime method of grabbing some cash in between semesters. For someone who hates water, you do enjoy your job at Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Waterpark.
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