Sunday I hosted a backyard BBQ party for my husband's 40th birthday complete with food truck (Stuttering John's Smokehouse) and a bouncing castle.
I promised my daughter I would go in at some point and jump with her.
I barely made it out alive.
Once in, I couldn't stand up and the recoil from the kids jumping "waved" me over to a corner where I lay wedged between the mesh wall and a hump.
It didn't take long for my guests and the kids to clue in as to where I had wedged myself and the ensuing fallout. I had cut off the air intake valve. The castle began to deflate. Kids ran out screaming as the roof started to fold in on itself and with the help of my friend, Sandra, who was trying to pull me up, I managed to move away from the air supply tunnel and then slid myself out of this awful death trap. A few men fixed the hose and I laughed off my near death experience.
Never again.
And what does that have to do with public transit? One of my guests took the GO train in from Oakville to get to the party.
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LOL. It could have been worse CJ. You could have rented Sammy the Snake: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IR2-xA8TXxQ
Dangerous things. You have to be careful...
I told my wife this story last night and she p****d herself. Somehow I think it could only happen to you CJ...;)
When my husband found out I was in the castle, he told our guests out on the front driveway with him, "Welp, there goes the $60 deposit".
It was hilarious from the view on the outside.
Ha! I was in one this weekend and I'm 53. But then again it was a wedding and I was up quite a few cocktails.
Oh Christ.
I drank almost two bottles of Gwertzaminer before I took it on.
I drank almost two bottles of Gwertzaminer before I took it on.
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