Becky pulled me out of the line and headed for a strange dude in a wild west gun fighter outfit. "Tickets, no waiting in line, Tickets for sale!"
"Hey bud, two tickets for the ferry, said Becky in a bold voice."
The man eyed us and smiled, "First Class tickets, two, ahhh fourty dollars please, said the dude."
"The booth charges less than that Dude, said Becky."
"Ya, but honey you're female and they don't let women over there unless they work for the Park, said Dude. These tickets are for employees only, when you get there report to personel department. They will assign you both to a job which I'm sure will give you a new perspective about Carnie life."
Becky looked at me with that evil eye, and bought the tickets.
As we boarded the ferry and went to the top deck the employees stared. "I'm not sure we should be doing this, we could get in trouble, I said."
The ferry tooted and off we sailed to the strange island of furry stories and sexual delights.
As we docked a fat man in a red coat, nickers, black riding boots and top hat came to us and smiled. "Ladies, I believe you got here under false pretence. Unless you plan to work here then I look forward to working with you both."