Fuck You, Shopping Centre Rides.

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Y’all know I hate to go shopping. It’s where the most insufferable fools like to hang out, seemingly just to give me the fucking shits.

If I want to make a place in a fiery hell-like situation seem preferable to living, I take my kids to the local shopping center and combine two of my most hated tasks. Shopping. And shopping with my children.

My local hell-hole, I mean mall, is your typical run-of-the-mill centre with the usual suspects available like Coles, Woolies, Target, JB Hi-Fi and a food court. But you cannot enter this place without finding those fucking vending machines selling life-threatening confectionery, cheap plastic trinkets or choke hazard bouncing balls. Or it could be those machines with the claw which I am certain they wax up so you never fucking win.

If you can get past those without your kids having an epic meltdown and almost dislocating your arm from pulling, you will be met in about 5 steps by one of those merry-go-round kiddie rides. Cue another epic meltdown if you do not let them at least sit on it for a couple of minutes. They have flashing lights, friendly paint-jobs and are super fucking appealing to kids.

I’ve spat out the same sad old lines time and time again “Sorry, mummy has run out of money.” “This one is broken.” “No, we don’t put money in these it’s a waste.” My kids are usually happy to sit on it and pretend for a few minutes while I muster up the strength to keep going.

Once they get their fill of the Wiggles’ Big Red Car or the Thomas The Tank Engine ride, we press on. But little more than 8 fucking steps later and there’s another one! YIPPPEEEEE.

I want to choke myself.

You might think I’m a killjoy. But the couple of times I have actually relented and put a $2 coin into these fund-sucking masterpieces of shit, I’ve been left feeling so ripped off I want to kick Thomas’ face in. They only go for about 60 fucking seconds and that’s hardly enough time to get your phone out and take a photo of their delirious little faces for the grandparents. Fuck You, Thomas.

A couple of times we’ve gotten lucky and approached a ride when some other sucker of a parent has been roped into putting money in. So I bolt towards it to slam dunk both of my kids in there faster than you can say “hot potato”. No way am I missing that shit. People say “There’s no such thing as a free ride.” Well, I say there is.

I expect this sort of behaviour is probably going to divide you mums on here like a circumcision post on the North Shore Mums Facebook group. But I don’t give a rat’s. It’s how I roll.

You can spend an hour trying to run the gauntlet of fools in a mall when all you need is a loaf of bread. And it’s all because of these stupid machines. It can feel worse than putting your back out trying to avoid the deep sea mineral guys or the charity collectors. They piss me off too, because they don’t let you past unless you fake a phone call, look intently at a window display or fork out $30 a month in a direct debit scheme. What ever happened to giving loose change or a fiver? I love donating to charity and do so often, but I’ll pick and choose what and when. I don’t need you trying to trip me over when I am just trying to get my shopping done. It’s suffocating.

Do I sound mean? Talk to Sea Shepherd who got $6000 off me a few years ago. Long story, but I do good things when I can.

What I would like to know is this. How is this placement of money pits allowed to happen in such density? Don’t we have rights? If I want my kids to go on a ride I’ll take them to fucking Disneyland when they turn ten for some real rides, not a 59 second musical trip through hell that equates to $120 per hour of value.

Fuck You, Shopping Centre Rides. Fuck your overpopulation of shiny, glittery, appealing kiddie entertainment. Fuck your Big Red Car and your stupid vending machines full of crap. Fuck the millions of kids that have come before mine and licked the steering wheel and fuck the antibacterial wipes I have to use to stop my kids getting gastro.

THE END.

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9 Comments Add yours

  1. ebdani says:

    Mate ya gotta get to St Ives where they’re the last place in existence to have the 20c kiddy ride – belongs in Coney Island it’s so ancient but still a borry bargain. (Granted a queue round the block given where it is, but, you get that. *shrug* LOL)

    1. Far Kew says:

      They should all be 20c. I reckon they’d still make a profit given they are so bloody short. Assholes.

  2. TF says:

    I hate these rides and my kids are obsessed with them..The worst thing is when they do catch a free ride with some sucker I feel obliged to pay the next one! So the evil system wins double. Hate these things!

  3. Fucking brilliant as usual,I look forward to my weekly dose of Fuck You Friday, you nailed it

    1. Far Kew says:

      Naw, thanks Samantha.

  4. Anna Brophy says:

    Antibacterial wipes??? What?? Never entered my mind. BUT those pissy rides are killers. I am the mean mummy who lets them sit in them and pretend… Sure, I flip in a coin in occasionally, but seriously; those feckers are around every corner!

    1. Far Kew says:

      Oh yep. I am wiping them down if we eat in the mall. My kids are still small enough to shovel food in with their hands and those things are festy as! But I’ll let them eat off the floor at home….!

  5. George Kalis says:

    Seriously Far Kew, you always can elicit a gafaw from me and Bec. You have our sense of humour. Love ir

  6. Rachel Soma says:

    I never pay for those stupid things (especially since 2yr old loves to sit in them but will lose her shit if it starts moving) but I will never forget one day when I was pregnant with #3, #2 was having a meltdown and #1 was sitting in one using her best debating skills “But mummy, I’ve tried to be a good girl and this would make me so happy I will be good forever!” when a young lady sidled up with a $2 coin and quietly said “May I?” I nodded, exhaustedly, and she put the coin in but not before saying to my daughter “You can have a ride but you have to promise to be extra nice to your mummy today”.
    So Fuck You, Shopping Center Rides, but Thank You, Random Lady.

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