You may already know that I come from a small town, and when you live in a
boring quiet town, one of the most exciting things that can happen is THE FAIR! It’s especially titillating when you’re a teenager (even though I still go every year–mostly for the food and to watch the harness races).
When I was in the 7th grade, my friend, Leslie, and I went to the fair one night. We’d walked around for a while and decided to get some nachos. So guess what we did? Got some nachos. After eating said nachos, we thought it would be a great idea to ride the pirate ship. You know which ride I’m talking about, right? Just the one you want to ride immediately after consuming cheesy, jalapeño peppery nachos.
When Leslie and I got up to the ride, I was struck by the carney operating the ride. Not physically struck, but struck by his rugged, mysterious, way-too-old-for-me looks. Turns out, the raging hormones of a prepubescent girl will mess with her brain. Anyway, in an effort to get some kind of attention from this guy, we ended up riding the Pirate Ship 18 times in a row! By the 18th ride, my tummy had had enough. Alas, I lost the potential love of the carney…and my nachos.