Steady drizzle and limited visibility meant short lines on the first day of the year. I bought an annual sunset pass for $59, which means I can ride to the top after 4 in the winter, 6 in the summer.
When I went to buy the pass, I walked up to the line that said it was for annual passholders, but the officious cashier sent me to the back of the line. Meow. When I got back up to the window, I tried to explain that, but she was having none of it. Totally passive aggressive, so I asked her name. She turned up the heat and ran to get her supervisor. Why do people like this think they should be in customer service?
Maybe I'd be cranky, too, if I had to wear those goofy outfits.
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