Chutes and Ladders

We are entering the Puyallup Fair. We have some sort of priviledged pass, but we have yet to purchase them. We are already late for the event we were hoping to attend, so we hurry up to a ticket kiosk, set somewhat apart from the others. As soon as everyone has their tickets, we are told to put them in a large metal box, much like a postbox. Someone, I don't see who, makes to deposit theirs, but as soon as they get close, the box grabs their arm and devours them. Everyone is alarmed, but the person calls from below that the landing is fine and to hurry up, we're going to miss the show. One by one, we cautiously approach the postbox and are devoured in turn. I find myself in a small metal chute, with a square of sunny cement below. I am afraid of landing wrong and injuring myself. I wedge my feet against the edges of the chute and stay there. Jenny and Alex coax me down with the reasoning that the person following me would soon crush me, and I drop to the ground, thankfully without harm. I find our small party underneath a very large space shuttle, and in the distance I can see a large crowd gathered, and I hear people cheering. After Kellen arrives, we seal the chute to deterr the FBI agents from following us, and joing the throng of cheering people