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Tuesday, February 07, 2006

The Fair

I feel that I may have been through this before. But it bears repeating: The fair is dirty. And gross. Dirty. Gross.

I spent 2.4 hours there working. Overtime. Except with none of that "overtime" payment. I'm not really bitter about that. It sort of comes with the territory of my job. You gotta do the extra stuff. It's what makes my job matter and what makes it fun. But that's besides the point right now.

The point is that the fair is dirty.

When I was young, when the fair came to town, everyone would start chattering, but when I'd ask my parents to go. They'd say NO. Vehemently, NO. End of story. No extrapolation and no real good reason. At least to a 5th grader it wasn't. They'd say, "The fair is dirty," or, "The fair is gross." But I guess kids don't get that or something. Because I surely didn't.

I guess when a kid hears, "The fair is dirty," they think: beaches are dirty, playing in backyard is dirty, running around and getting sweaty is dirty: therefore, dirty is GREAT.

The other thing was that I had never been to the fair. My parents would always say, "Oh, we took you to see the animals when you were little," which, I'm sorry, TOTALLY didn't count. And so the fact that I'd never really been to the fair to see why my parents were so anti-fair, was very confusing to me.

To be fair, other than the toddler-age-animal-viewing fair experience, my dad did take me once. But he only took me so that he could go see Bobby Bowden speak at a Christian men's conference of something. We didn't go on any rides. It was a Saturday. He bought me a bag of wool. From a real sheep. I don't think I was impressed. I think I was in 4th grade. What's up with that?

So anyway, I used to be bitter about the whole fair thing. And then I went. For fun. And it was pretty average. And then I had to go for work. To the rinky-dink fair where I live now. Technically, I really didn't go to the fair. I went a few days early, like I did today, before the fair began, to hang up art. And I was TOTALLY grossed out. Just like I was today.

So this is where I say that my parents were right. The fair is dirty. And gross. And I'm glad that I've had a shower.


Blogger Earnest said...

so wait...why or how is the fair dirty? i think i agree with 4th grade grace not old lady grace....then again i did go to astro world when i was a refugee and was like about no!

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