another picture story

It's that time, again! I had a funny thing happen to me last week, and I wanted to illustrate it to prove my "artistic abilities."
Last Friday night, Hilary, Kimberly and I went to Seven Peaks.  We were going down the slides in a three-person tube together and having a jolly good time. We quickly discovered that our favorite slide was "The Cave" (dun dun DUUNN!) and we were probably on our third trip down.

One time, we were walking up to go down "The Cave" (dun dun DUUNN!) again and there were three ten-ish year-olds with their own three-person raft.  We thought nothing of it, until we got behind them.  They went down first and then we went soon after.  The thing is, three adult women can pick up speed--at least we are faster than three little ten-ish-year-olds.  Half way down the tube, we met up with the boys. Actually, we more like collided with the boys. And we became a six-person train for the rest of the trip down.  Once we hit the pool, we just crumbled all over each other and scrambled for the surface from underneath each other and the rafts.  We as the responsible adults we are were concerned that we had injured the boys (because, honestly, we were feeling a bit beat up, ourselves).  However, instead of crying when the boys popped out of the water, we saw a slightly different reaction.

aka: the best day of their young lives.

Well, once we saw that they were OK, we went to go down again.  We tried to walk faster than they so that we could go down before them and not have a painful repeat of the last ride down.

We get to the top of the tower and see the boys ahead of us (how?!).  We both sat on other side of the slide push-off.  I was in the front this time, so I look up to the lifeguard lady and tell her that we need to go first because we are faster than those boys.  She says that's OK, but as we get situated, the boys started to push themselves off.  

I looked at the boy in the front of the raft (the same one who did the victory stance the last time down) and told him that we didn't want to run into them again.  

He shook his head and gave me a look that said "We're going first and there's nuttin you can do about it lady" and then pushed himself off.

We just waited for a while longer to make sure we didn't run into them again and then pushed ourselves off.

Not even 5 seconds into the slide, we met up with them.  

They were just hanging out playing video games and drinking chocolate milk. Not really. But their raft had popped and it was sideways and they were just sitting there waiting for us.

Since I was in the front, I just pushed them along so that we wouldn't collide and have another mess at the bottom.
And what do you think their reaction was at the bottom of the pool?

 The end.