*** updated 8/14
Holy carp (as in the fish at the DNR building). The switch has flipped--I have completely lost interest in any food that is not fried and any drink that is not heavily sweetened. And lumberjacking is my new favorite sport. God bless Indiana, and its wonderful State Fair.
Props to Nora for helping to flesh this out. Submissions welcomed.
(On the tractor shuttle, getting ready to cross the new covered bridge) "Omigod, we're going through the barn! We're going to get stuck in the barn! We've got to get off now!"
"Just don't look, Beth!"
"Where's the Midway?" (young woman to ticket taker entering gate directly in front of the Ferris wheel)
"He's an eater, Grace, he's an eater! That boy can eat!"
Mother at hand-washing station: "Wash only your hands, J.D. It's not warm enough to get your hair wet."
J.D.: "Can I get my face wet?"
"Earl, don't put that baby down--it ain't wearin' no shoes!"
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"The doctor explained that her insides were a rocky place where my seed could find no purchase."
(That was either from the Pork Tent last year or "Raising Arizona." Pretty sure it was the Pork Tent, though.)
Oh ... and fuck you for not posting pictures of these Fair-goers. Rookie.
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