An Amusement Ride

Mustard Custard Slabbered All Over

Longer than the road of a narrow path a line was waiting to hop on a ship, a captain steered, “all aboard everybody, please watch your step, there is something extravagant that is about to happen.” All the seats were filled, many men and women had to stand, there was one corner with barely an inch left for the last man or woman. The horns of the boat blared like a school bus that was waiting to take children out for a field trip. The amusement rocked back and forth as the drift from the water made the boats feel bumpy. Grabbing a frank from a fridge a woman ordered a hot dog slabbered with mustard and relish, her seat was taken by a man, the man was red, he sat there. No noise, no voice, no breathe came from its body, he didn’t say anything. “That is my seat, why did you take it from me,” she asked. The red man didn’t move the slightest inch; the lights flickered on and then off, the night sky had the moon glowing. A man was eating a frank his face was slabbered with mustard and relish all over his lips. “Mmmmmm, this hot frank is so good, my jaw is drooling, I want more,” she said. The man got up, the woman saw him, she bit her lip, she wanted the frank with the man who held the mustard and relish. The man walked over to the concession stand, he looked at the server who wore gloves, the rubber squeaked as if it was about to be used for a certain type of surgery. Using his index finger, he pinched his thumb on the hot beef of a frank and placed it in hot buttered buns. The toasted bread turned brown, it was soft and juicy and waiting to be devoured by the man with the yellow stained lips. The woman stared at the man, “I want to try a frank, how much mustard do you have sir?”
“A lot more than you think, how much would you like miss,” the man said. The woman stared at the buns; they were burnt but juicy and soft and light and moist on the inside but crunchy on the outside. She took a bite. “Mmmmmm, that bread and butter makes my mouth water.” Spilling a can of coke the poor man’s pants got soaked, below his belt buckle. The woman didn’t know why she felt led to talk to the man who sold the hot dog at the boat’s concession stand, he was fit, and he had a good, curved top to him. He squirted a lot of mustard, and the woman found him to be something she couldn’t quite put a finger on. Suddenly the lights flickered, and the man and all the riders disappeared in an instant, flying down a red man fell and clawed its feet and fingers into the steel hood of the boat. It entered through the hole stomping like an animal in a jungle, elephant-like it was, it sure wasn’t big enough for her or the boat. The frontside of the red man was looking at the ocean, it stomped its feet, it pushed the door open as it banged at a pole that was held to keep the door of the boat from flying off. With a snap of its fingers men and woman danced and sweat after the lights flickered onwards. The music didn’t stop it was too quick, and the boat kept shaking, the woman loved to look at everyone dancing. The men and woman shoved down dogs and franks and food and drinks as they slabbered mustard and beef all over their faces, they gathered around each other. The heat from the interior nearly made the air hot. With a loud bang the red man punched the steel from a wall on the boat, the woman screamed, she ducked down, the lights shut off again. A vulture-like noise scared the woman, she nearly suffocated. The red man’s wings flew away as it roared like a bird that was about to pulverate her. The lights flickered back on, and everyone had mustard custard yellow lips. The woman got up. “You still haven’t gotten it, wonder why I’m the very few on this boat who doesn’t have a stain of yellow from their head to their toes,” looking behind her was a voice she heard not too far away. “Who said that,” the man disappeared he was no longer on the boat. The woman felt an urge to freak out hysterically, “get me off of this boat, I’m getting nauseas and sick of thisssssssssss.” Everyone grew silent. A tray with nothing on it sat on a table across from the woman. No one was sitting with her; they were all shocked at the commotion. The boat turned back, and the woman grabbed a trash bag, throwing up food that came out of her mouth. “So much for the ginger chews,” said a fellow passenger. The woman clutched her stomach, “why can’t I find that man at the hot dog stand, why do I feel an urge to look for him?” The woman walked off the dock, “have you seen a man with franks at a stand?” A tourist looked at her, “ew, no. What are you looking for? What man with hot dogs are you referring to? Are you right in the head woman?” The woman still held her stomach, “I thought I saw them?” People stared at her as if she was oblivious. “I wanted my frank but now I want the man who is selling it. I feel so nauseas I can barely stand, why do I feel so sick to my stomach?” Nearly crawling the woman limped her legs she could barely take herself home it was late, and no one had a clue who she was referring to.
The red man flew away from her, “I must be imagining things, so much for saying more to that man, that frank was not worth it anyways. What a waste of time, eyeing all those franks, so much for taking the free ride and getaway to another place. I am so lost with no mustard sauce, and now I can barely walk. I need to get a grip and find him before it is too late. So much for looking at those franks, I took too long to say a single thing. I kept looking at the franks and now I can’t even walk I am so lost.”