One night, after the Park was closed for the day, he and another dude happened to be in the Spa parking lot as they were getting a beer delivery. Ron had the bright idea to steal one of the kegs. (Kind of like when Chrissy and Tony stole the cases of wine in Pennsylvania. Except they had guns. And were fictional.) Ron was promptly arrested. He was still wearing his Park uniform, something noted in the local paper, much to the staff's delight and management's chagrin.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Of all the rides I attended at the Park, the only one I actively hated was the Transmobile. It was hot, it was boring and the office manager usually staffed it with losers. Like this guy Ron. When he wasn't in uniform, he sartorial choices ran toward track suits and Oakley Blades. He was a Jersey dumbass in the Christopher Moltisanti vein. In fact, the one solid memory I have of him is particularly Christopher-esque.