We all turned at the sound of the crash. Even over the rock
music blaring over the speakers and the high pitched squeals of the other go-karts,
the sound of one flipping over and rolling into the barricade, that tends to carry
and override other sounds.
As the manager, I was one of the first on the scene, behind
only the medical team and the boy’s mother, who looked up at me, righteous anger
filling her eyes.
I looked her square in the eye.
“I said there was no significant risk…”
I saved so much money with that one word.
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