There was also the fact that the attendants were teenagers themselves and often cowed to the adults waiting in line, forgetting that the balance of power had shifted in their favor inside the park. “Sir,” one would say. “I think you’ve been drinking. Have you been drinking?” “Move, kid,” the guest would say, ignoring the question. Then they’d climb into the Lola and go swerving along the half-mile track, narrowly avoiding mowing down the crowd standing near the edge of the asphalt.
