In the hour of 9am yesterday it was decided: The only thing that can possibly make my fair selling experience perfection is to have these people show up at my booth, together, one with a cup of coffee, one with some cotton candy. I'm all content in my demands and then I come home and read blogs and realize that they have needs too. Yes, the people I love for their realness, their attitude, their they-ness are, well, real. And may not see my state fair dreams as all that important. But mommy, It thought I WAS the center of the universe!!!! Damn!
Hey guys! Wearing Hollister clothes does NOT MAKE YOU COOL! Maybe it makes you a sheep, but it doesn't make you cool. Kinda creepy and unappealing, but not cool.
Aren't those sheep from Select Comfort A-flippin'-DORABLE?! I wonder what you have to do to get one...
Where are all the funny T-shirts this year? Lameness happening at the fair this year, alert, alert.
Now that I've watched 8 episodes of Project Runway on Itunes I realize there is ALMOST NIL in the fashion category at the fair. People, stop wearing sacks, they look bad on you!
Do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT eat a cinnamon roll from the food building at the fair. NASTY!
Mean people suck.
The women's bathroom is one section over.
There is no building entitled the Dairy Building. If you are looking for the place where you can see heads sculpted out of butter or where you can buy malts, shakes, cheese and the like, it is in Empire Commons, next to the haunted house. Don't ask me if you are planning on arguing with me once I answer.
Old men are the bomb. Yesterday a great old dude stood up to let me sit down, saying he was raised better, and then proceeded to tell me and the rest of the bus about his dad who used to work for the transit authority when their were streetcars and how he went to prison for 18 months just for knowing what was going on at the top and not saying anything. "He was a great man, my dad, but they still sent him to prison" Wow, that is the kind of stuff that makes the fair all worth it to me. I wanted to hug him on my way off the bus, grinned all the way to work.
Saying the words "Senior Discount" when there are a dozen seniors by your booth is NOT SMART if you are working said booth alone. In five minutes I sold an untold number of Squngees, way more than a dozen I can tell you, and they had to have them NOW! It was a Squngee buying stampede.
No, I'm not STILL up, I went to sleep at 10pm, woke up at 11pm to greet Scott and woke up a few minutes ago to pee.
No, I didn't sit down when the sweet bus man offered. Too dang stubborn for my own good. Still, great story.
No, I don't care if you hate squirrels. No, I don't care if you love squirrels. Unless you buy 2 Squngees. Then I care deeply. Really. See.
My cousin Emily looks AWESOME! She set a weight loss goal and is five pounds under! The last time I was five pounds under anything it was under the heavyweight boxing minimums.
I've lost one pound since the onslaught of fried cheese curds and Buffalo Wantons. Go figure.
Nick is still working at the fair and this year is a senior and was voted Student Council President and will go to U of W-Madison and goes to school in Oakdale and we'd still hire him in a heartbeat to work the booth because he could sell anything to anybody all the ding dong day. But, unfortunately he's loyal to his current employer.
I really do work in the most beautiful building at the fair. Sigh.
So you may think my job is weird, but everyone who walks past my booth ends up smiling or laughing, whether at me or with me, so that is my contribution to the universe and I think creating 10,000 smiles a day is no minor contribution.
Is it over yet?