Dad Isn’t Exactly A High-Roller(Coaster)

(My cheap dad and I are in line for a roller coaster. I am deathly afraid.)

Me: “Nooo, I don’t wanna go!”

Dad: “I paid for these tickets, so you have to go!”

(When it’s our turn, my dad forces me onto the seat despite the stares of everyone. The car starts going up a steep hill very slowly.)

Me: *near tears* “Noooo! I’m going to be sick! I’m going to faint!”

Dad: “Don’t be sick, and don’t faint! Look at the view, isn’t it pretty?”

Me: “No, it’s not! I hate you for making me do this!”

Dad: “Don’t close your eyes; you’re wasting my money!”