The park is filthy. Why? Because it's completely s...

The park is filthy. Why? Because it's completely staffed by adolescents who thinly veil their contempt for customers (and their jobs) behind expressionless faces of disinterest. We spent 9 hours at the park and I saw one adult the entire time. This included the people buckling me and my family into the rides. The park was a sanitation nightmare. Absolutely disgusting. My grinding concern the entire day was, "If these people show such little regard for cleanliness, why should I feel confident that they are focused on ride safety?" Nothing like placing the security of your family into the hands of "Skippy-The-Teenage-Ride-Engineer" after his intense-operational-training consisting of nothing more than watching a 45-minute-corporate-video produced by Michael Scott. Not to mention the roaming bands of off-shift-employees who thumb their nose at park policy once they get into street clothes. I saw one kid who was clearly an off-duty ride operator (because he jumped the barrier to talk to his buddies working the ride to the surprise and resistance of absolutely no one) on a different ride during the day. There are signs and recordings all over the park prohibiting the use of cell phones on rides. This kid was on a kiddie ride later in the day screaming like a buffoon, waving his cell phone all over the place in an obvious show of defiance directed at his employers. No adults anywhere. AN......NEEEEEEE........WHERE. His girlfriend operating the ride just played along and smirked while scores of hard working parents looked on in disbelief. The lunatics are running the asylum, folks. On a positive note, the roller coasters are some of the most fantastic I've been on. But every dining area is surrounded by putrid, overflowing trash cans that reeked of milky sewage-water you sometimes see seeping out of garbage bins behind restaurants. We had to eat our food standing up in a general-population-area just to get away from the smell so we could "enjoy" our snacks. The fountain-drink-spigots had swarms of bees (bees......not flies....BEES!) crawling into the spouts. No exaggeration, a lady next to me in line had TWO bees get poured into her beverage. And the executives at Six-Flags have given up on restroom sanitation. They've just mailed it in. It's not even on the agenda at board meetings. They........don't........care. Absolutely rancid conditions. The stench was worse than any rest stop we used on the interstate. (Let that sink in for a moment.) Here's a pro-tip, Six Flags: FLUSHING MATTERS. So either invest in some auto-flushers or swing on by the toilet holes now-and-then to verify that the stalls don't resemble a cigar store when a guest walks in. While we saw teenage crews pushing trash carts and carrying brooms, I NEVER SAW THEM SWEEPING ANYTHING! We spent over an hour in Johnny Rockets for lunch. At no time (from getting in line to leaving after our meal) did I ever see any employee wipe down a table. I had to ask an eye-rolling-manager for a sanitation rag and some disinfectant so I could wipe down our table.......MYSELF. What I got was a paper towel and a squirt bottle of water. Again, during our entire meal, never did I see a table wiped down. Pro-tip #2, Six Flags: The correct response to a customer who says, "Thank you" is, "You're welcome." Not, "Ya." Not, "Uh, huh." Not, "yep." The words you are looking for after I empty my 401k to visit your cesspool is, "You're welcome." Look, fellas. I know amusement parks are a "money-grab." Compared to Disney, you guys are downright affordable. But at least Disney staffs their parks with WELL TRAINED money-grabbers who can at least fake a believable smile for 8 hours, flush the sewer pickles down the commodes, and figure out that nobody wants to eat at a table with the previous guy's crumbs all over it. If you would like to avoid a stinky, sticky, filthy park that is completely run by teenagers who seemingly hate their jobs (and who undoubtedly all support a $15-minimum-wage), save your hard earned money on Six Flags over Texas. We'll never go back.