Fair Enough

I found out today that very interesting people work at carnivals. I'm not sure where they come from, but I am convinced that somebody dropped them off a merry-go-round as infants.

Example 1: I tried to talk to the lady setting up the cotton candy booth, attempting to get her take on what was the best-selling treat at the fair. No, she didn't give me a cogent response. She told me she needed to confer with the management before she could speak to people. I guess she needed to consult her publicist or something. Her no-talking must make it difficult to deal with customers. I almost feel bad for her.

Example 2: I tried to take this picture of the Giant Wheel. After getting the shot, I turned to my left to find 10 carnival workers raptly watching me through a chain-link fence. Fortunately, my older brother was a few paces away and "mugged" them, as he would say, and they promptly returned to assembling the Crazy House.

Example 3: While my brother/escort and I were walking back to the car, somewhere in between the tilt-a-whirl and the scrambler, a huge truck towing stuffed animal prizes approached, heading straight toward us, lurched forward, honked, then stopped, barely missing us as we darted out of it's path.
The driver inside simply chuckled.
Sinister.

Hopefully this will be the last fair coverage I'm assigned this year. Something's just not quite right about people who choose to press buttons on carnival rides...