It was one of those harnesses that closed from the top.
Then he tried again, but Amy couldn’t fit, and the attendant did his best to ‘squeeze’ her back into the harness.
They sat there for a good 15 minutes as the queue of a hundred or so people in the line watched him fumble back and forth, even calling his manager to ask for support.
Amy sat there, hoping and praying that she would finally fit.
She tried to adjust herself, to do her best to squeeze as best as she could into that harness, and at this point, they were holding up the next ride in the line.
She looked around her, and she felt like the elephant in the room.