Gotcha, didn't I. You're like "what the heck is this one going to be about?"
As many of you know, I work at the main gate of our county fair. This is my 11th year and I really enjoy it. When it's not crazy busy I take the time to have fun with the fair-goers. There's a lot of razzing that goes on - both ways.
When it's slow - usually in the early mornings - I entertain myself watching the black squirrels cross the street in front of me. So far I have never had to witness a squirrel death.
This year I wondered if I was seeing the same squirrel cross back and forth out there or if it was several from the same squirrel camp. And my other question was - what the hell are they doing? They're not transporting nuts. I never saw a one. Then it occurred to me that it might just be their form of morning exercise.
Back to the title. There are a lot of animals at our county fair but this blog isn't about them. Surprised? Of course you're not.
Over the years I have encountered some rotten apples at the gate. Over all I would venture to say that 99% of the people that I see are great but, you know, there's always a few. I try to not let them ruin my day and I've gotten pretty good at that.
This year I only had one ass come through. The fact that it was only one amazes me and left me pretty darned contented when the 9 days came to a close yesterday.
The "ass" experience was countered by darling children - one blew kisses to me - wonderful old vets on Veterans Day, vendors who considered themselves stand-up comedians and my co-workers.
All and all, it was a great fair. Oh, yeah, you'll be proud to know that I only got my favorite Gibby fries twice and I shared them (not a quality I'm known for) both times.
'til next year.