He walked toward me. The look in his eyes was different. I couldn't figure it out. His face was a somber look. His white t-shirt and blue jeans looked as if they did when we got here. We had only time to go on a few rides before he suddenly ran off. I wondered an hour or so before what had happened. I wondered if his sudden exit had anything to do with the noxious eye watering smell that suddenly occurred before his sudden exodus from the ride que.
“We got a problem,” he said. His subtle shaking was more evident now that he was closer. “I need help.”
The stench gave it away. A brown liquid covered his pants and white shirt. People were laughing at him. Some pointed with a look of bewilderment and unbelief. Others didn't notice him.
“What the hell happened,” I asked.
He rolled his eyes and there we were. Let's get you to the nurses station.
Fifty years later we still laugh about it.