The Power of a Helmet & a Garden Glove

The day was planned, everything packed, tickets ready, we were ready to go to the land of the Kings; Kings Island that is. It was my sister Angie and I traveling for two hours in anticipation for riding the rides. We finally get there and realize how chilly it is. I mean it's the middle of October of course its going to be cold. So I grab a winter hat I find in the car and my sister still stands there, watching me while being empty handed. She searches the car finding one garden glove and then has the epiphany. "My helmet!" She exclaims. So me not thinking anything of it is like "cool, whatever, grab the helmet put on the glove and lets go." It was how everyone pictures it. We run to the front gates as if it were Wally World itself. The excitement had us jumping around and going crazy. We make it to the front gate, hand the guy our tickets and the tragedy befalls us. "Umm these tickets are expired," he says. "What?" my sister and I ask, both in astonishment. "You can go talk to the ticket sales if you want," he says. This is when my sister had another brilliant idea, but I admit she does not tell me or lead on any inclination of what she is about to do.  Oh and yes she is still wearing the bicycle helmet and one garden glove. There we are standing at the ticket sales when my sister starts acting retarded; literally retarded. Yeah you read that right. She explains how "we had such a long drive" and "how its cold,"etc, etc...I was dumbfounded.  What was she doing?! Yeah most people would burst out laughing at a time like this, but this is kind of a normal thing that happens in my family...well especially with Angie.  So then I start to debate in my head "Am I the mentally stable person that's watching this girl? or should I be mentally challenged?"  With time quickly passing by and the fate of our night riding on this moment, I then choose to just say "yeahhh! yeahhh!" after everything Angie said to play another mentally challenged person.  Yes, I understand I didn't look the part--I mean who could top a bicycle helmet and 1 garden glove-- but I felt I did a pretty good job. Then the guy in the tickets sales slid us two tickets and said, "Have a good time." We kept our cool --mainly in case the guy was still watching-- got checked in, then ran into the park and laughed the whole rest of the night.