I went over to a stand and ordered an Italian. The lady next to me ordered 2 hot dogs and the lady came back with 2 corn dogs. The line was building up in back of me and people were not only getting hungry, but a bit edgy. Finally, she brought me my Italian, I looked at it. Oh oh. and then looked at the menu items. "It says with peppers and onions," I explained. "Oh, I am so sorry," she said to me. She then dumped some p&o onto the grill and then after 3-4 minutes, she brought them over to me. "Thank you," I said as I looked at my sausage which now had 3 tiny slices of bell peppers and a few small strips of onions. I really like my sausages with onions and peppers over flowing. The sausage wasn't too bad. I had gone over there on Saturday at 11:30 and she said that 'she wasn't ready yet'. Maybe she wants to try working in a clothing store or in an office. How about a bank? They like to open late.
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One lady was looking at our things and asked why
there were so few vendors. Well, I told her the reason why
is that vendors do not return to this show because nobody is buying and
sales are very poor. If vendors do good, then they tell other
vendors, etc. and then you have quite a number of vendors.
However, as you can see there are only 3 vendors, so obviously this is
not a good show. As for me, I will not be back next year and I'll
tell my fellow vendors that I did poorly here. The vendors you see
here today are not returning next year. People just do not buy.
So, as she left our booth she told me that she would tell her neighbors
to come over to the festival. But did she buy anything? Hell
no.
The fair ends at 5:00 and it would be nice to hit the road by 5:45, but I doubt it. This is Mexican Day at the fair. (I had thought that EVERY DAY was Mexican Day here) We arrived in the parking area around 8:15 and there were about 500 standing in line waiting to come in. Or maybe they thought that they were standing in line for jobs.
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On the day before, there was this lady riding around on her white horse.... or maybe we can say that 'she was on her white stallion'. She went up and down the street letting all the kids touch the horse, etc. and providing some attention for the skinny, 45-year old lady. When the two of them (the horse and her) strode by my canopy the horse dropped several huge, smelly loads about 3 feet in front of us. I walked over and asked her if she would get it cleaned up and she told me that it wasn't her fault, so she refused to get it cleaned. For the next hour or so, several dozen people stepped in it and dragged the remains all over the place. And of course, it smelled pretty bad. The pooper scoopers came by about 90 minutes later and cleaned it up. Too late, though. They followed the horse's trail up and down the street cleaning up that awful mess.
An older couple came into the
booth each holding a little pooch in their arms. The lady asked me
'are those doggie chairs?' pointing to the small one-foot stools I
had outside. "Huh?" was my response as I looked over at her. She
repeated her question and I said to her "Uhhhh... no I don't think so."
Doggie chairs? I think that some people spend way too much time
with their dogs. Hey Joe, ya want to go to the ball game today?
Nah, gotta stay home with the dog. They don't let dogs in there.
Louise, want to go to the Craft Show? Yah, okay. I can bring
our dog and get him some new shoes and a cute little hat. Hey
Westley, let's go down to Circuit City and pick up a new 64 inch HDTV.
Nah, can't. Just shelled out $700 at the vet the other day. Ralph,
let's go down to the gym. No. Going to the movies to watch 'The
Daring Doberman's beat Vegas.' I'll bet it wins an Academy Award.
Going to Cancun next week. I am going to put my dog up at Monster
Mutts Motel for only $80 a night.
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We came back on Sunday and of course, it was slow
in the morning. Actually, nobody walking around. NO BODY for
quite a while. A ghost town? A cemetary? That's about what it seemed like. People in a very somber mood.
Depressing. The vendors tried to keep their heads up and hopes
alive, but there is only so much you can do. Cemetary?
Epitath should read: THEY HIT ROCK BOTTOM on Sunday, October 19,
2008.
Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to entomb
the 25 vendors who gave it their best.....etc.
SO, TO MAKE A LONG ASS STORY SHORT or to make a
short story long, We did not sell a single damm thing on Sunday
and neither did some other vendors. I guess this wasn't a very
good show, huh?
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After disconnecting my electrical cord from the motor home, I grabbed hold of my alarm clock and set it for 6:30 and placed it beneath my neighbor's trailer and headed over to our space at 6:10, just as it was becoming light. As we departed the camping area, I pulled up next to one of the other 'nosy noisemakers' and honked my horn several times and departed. That's for keeping us awake until almost 2:00AM, you bastards. I hope that alarm clock drives them nuts. Wake up, you bunch of dipshits.
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