Rocking around in Vienna

Weaned on classic films, The Third Man is my favourite. Not my wife's though, but nonetheless she agreed to visit Vienna. Stepping into a car on the famous Prater Park Ferris wheel, she regretted it. It rocked... a lot, sending her into paroxysms of screechy anxiety. Reminiscing about the film, and Harry's dark veiled threat, did she wonder if I might open the door and nudge her out?

I wasn't remotely tempted, so instead, I scared her, getting rather too close to the door. Eyes firmly shut until we 'landed', she needed a stiff drink. Vodka... and Lime, of course!