Daisy has a Vegas encounter:
“No phones allowed,” I hear a voice order from above. Kind of like God, only, you know, not.
“We’re joking,” I say. “No one has a phone on him.”
“There IS no joking on The Roller Coaster,” the conductor says. Seriously. I cannot make this shit up. “There IS no joking on The Roller Coaster.”
The Boy gives the conductor the finger and follows it with a “fuck you.” In a very serious, lacking any humor at all, kind of way.
Twenty feet later, outside at the base of the climb, The Roller Coaster stops.
[read what happens next at oopsie daisy]