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So I went to the Virginia state fair last weekend, and of course, there was suckage….. but I still enjoyed myself.
Friday Night (aka Ice Cream!!!)
My friends and I were about to leave for the night when my friend Jeremy decided he wanted a slushie. We walked to the closest food stand and we stood off to the side while he stood in line. The guy working the stand took the order of the girl in front of Jeremy and then asked Jeremy what he wanted.
J: Jeremy
SG: slushie guy
M: mother
J: Hi, can I get a slushie?
SG: Sorry man, we’re all out of slushies.
No biggie, the fair was closing in 10 minutes anyway, you can’t expect them to have everything on their menu at 11:50 at night.
J: Ok, gimme a sec while I find something else to get.
While Jeremy was deciding what else he could get, SG called back the girl who had just ordered and asked her to pay. Apparently when she ordered, she told the guy that her mom was coming to pay for her ice cream. Mom showed up a moment later.
M: How much is it?
SG: $3.50 ma’am.
M: Why is it that much? The sign says $2.00 for a cone!
SG: Your daughter ordered a cone dipped in chocolate with sprinkles. It’s an extra $1.50.
M: Well, that’s too much for ice cream! I’m not paying it! (grabs her daughter and stalks off muttering)
SG just sighed and pulled out a trash can to toss the ice cream.
J: Hey, I’ll take that (pulls out his wallet).
SG: No charge.
J: You sure? I don’t mind paying for it.
SG: No, I don’t care.
J: Thanks!
The only good thing that came out of that was I got to have some of that free chocolate dipped ice cream goodness.
Saturday Night (aka GAH! I was so f*cking pissed!)
One of the main problems with our state fair is people cutting in line. It’s been so bad the past few years that the fair hires police officers (NOT rent-a-cops) to help. They usually do a very good job, and it’s always nice to see the cutters kicked out of line (and sometimes out of the fair if they are caught multiple times) but they can’t catch all of them because there aren’t enough cops hired to adequately cover all the rides. Enough with the backstory, on with the suck!
My friend (S) and I get in line for the Zipper. It wasn’t a very long line, but long enough to extend past the short chain link fence line thing. As we were standing there chatting I saw two people a few people ahead of us in line that I hadn’t noticed before, though they could have already been standing there, I wasn’t sure.
To explain the rest of the story I drew what everything looked like (sort of) because I can’t describe it very well. Plus, I’m bored! I needed something to do.
Orange circles- me and friend
Purple circles- people who cut
Grey circles- other people
When we got closer to the front of the line, a girl jumped the fence and got in line with the other girls in front of us. Then, two girls jumped the fence to be with the two people that I think cut in the first place. Then, SEVEN people jumped the fence to be with the people behind us. One of the girls behind them who hadn’t cut decided to say something.
G: girl behind those who cut
CG1, 2, and 3: girls who cut
Me: me of course
G: Hey! You can’t cut all these people (There were about 20 people behind them)
CG1: We can do whatever the hell we want!
CG2: Yeah bitch!
CG1, CG2 and the people with them start making fun of G and there’s nothing G can do because there are no cops around to kick the cutters out of line
CG3: (one of the ones who cut that are a few people in front of us) Hey CG1! Come up here!
CG1 starts to shove past me.
Me:
NO! You are not cutting us!
CG1: I can cut you if I want to!
Me: No, you can’t.
CG1 looks at me like she’s going to try to hit me, gives me a cat-butt face, then calls me stupid, a f*cking bitch, etc. to her friends.
A few minutes later CG1 starts to slowly try to slip past S. S didn’t want to say anything because she just might explode and start cussing them out and she didn’t want to be kicked out of the fair for cussing, even though it would be at people who cut. So she just stood there with her arms crossed with her elbows sticking out a bit and nodded for me to do the same. I did, making it impossible for CG1 to get past us without actually pushing one of us to the side.
Fortunately, that worked until we got to the front and onto the ride. When the ride attendant was helping us into the Zipper I told him that most of the group behind us had cut, but he just shrugged and said “Whatever.” Usually, ride attendants give a crap and kick people out of line, but this guy didn’t.
When we got off the Zipper, G and her friend were getting on.
Me: So the cutters got to ride didn’t they?
G: Yeah, it really pisses me off.
Me: I know, me too.
S and I looked around for a cop but there still weren’t any around to explain the situation to, dammit.
The worst part of it was that the girls who cut couldn’t have been older than 13, and they all were at least a head shorter than me (I’m 5’9”). I hate to think about what their parents have been teaching them or how they will be when they get older.
Sunday Night (aka Gimme Gimme Gimme!)
We were walking towards the entrance because the fair was closing in about 5 minutes when I remembered that I promised to buy my friend a steak (not really steak, more like a steak-um) sandwich from a vendor because they are so freakin good. Fortunately, the vendor was right by the entrance.
Me: me again!
SG: sandwich guy
GG: gimme guy
SG: What can I get for you?
Me: I’d like a steak sandwich with everything please.
SG: Sure, $5.00.
GG walks up but doesn’t say anything yet.
Me: Aren’t they$7.00? That’s what the sign says. (I was the opposite of all the SCs who read signs, wasn’t I?)
SG: Usually they are, but tonight’s the last night and we’re closing up so I lowered the price.
Me: Oh, ok. Cool, thanks!
GG: Gimme a steak sandwich with everything.
SG: Just a moment sir, I have to make hers first.
GG: You sure you can’t go any lower than 5 bucks? You are closing.
SG: Sorry sir, I can’t.
GG looks at the meat (it’s laid out like a Subway, you can see all the ingredients through the glass).
GG: That meat looks a little dry, are you sure you can’t lower the price?
SG: Sorry dude, I can’t.
GG: Fine, you just lost yourself a customer! I’ll go somewhere else where they actually care about my business! (leaves)
Me: (calling after him) Good luck with that, every other place here is closed! (to SG) Dumbass.
SG: (hands me my sandwich) I gotta agree with you there.
Me: Thanks, have a good night.
SG: You too.
The funniest part is I was standing by my car that was parked near the entrance saying bye to my friends when I saw GG coming out of the gate, empty-handed of course. If the sandwich hadn’t been for my friend I would have taken a huge bite out of it and smiled at him.
Oh well.
Friday Night (aka Ice Cream!!!)
My friends and I were about to leave for the night when my friend Jeremy decided he wanted a slushie. We walked to the closest food stand and we stood off to the side while he stood in line. The guy working the stand took the order of the girl in front of Jeremy and then asked Jeremy what he wanted.
J: Jeremy
SG: slushie guy
M: mother
J: Hi, can I get a slushie?
SG: Sorry man, we’re all out of slushies.
No biggie, the fair was closing in 10 minutes anyway, you can’t expect them to have everything on their menu at 11:50 at night.
J: Ok, gimme a sec while I find something else to get.
While Jeremy was deciding what else he could get, SG called back the girl who had just ordered and asked her to pay. Apparently when she ordered, she told the guy that her mom was coming to pay for her ice cream. Mom showed up a moment later.
M: How much is it?
SG: $3.50 ma’am.
M: Why is it that much? The sign says $2.00 for a cone!
SG: Your daughter ordered a cone dipped in chocolate with sprinkles. It’s an extra $1.50.
M: Well, that’s too much for ice cream! I’m not paying it! (grabs her daughter and stalks off muttering)
SG just sighed and pulled out a trash can to toss the ice cream.
J: Hey, I’ll take that (pulls out his wallet).
SG: No charge.
J: You sure? I don’t mind paying for it.
SG: No, I don’t care.
J: Thanks!
The only good thing that came out of that was I got to have some of that free chocolate dipped ice cream goodness.
Saturday Night (aka GAH! I was so f*cking pissed!)
One of the main problems with our state fair is people cutting in line. It’s been so bad the past few years that the fair hires police officers (NOT rent-a-cops) to help. They usually do a very good job, and it’s always nice to see the cutters kicked out of line (and sometimes out of the fair if they are caught multiple times) but they can’t catch all of them because there aren’t enough cops hired to adequately cover all the rides. Enough with the backstory, on with the suck!
My friend (S) and I get in line for the Zipper. It wasn’t a very long line, but long enough to extend past the short chain link fence line thing. As we were standing there chatting I saw two people a few people ahead of us in line that I hadn’t noticed before, though they could have already been standing there, I wasn’t sure.
To explain the rest of the story I drew what everything looked like (sort of) because I can’t describe it very well. Plus, I’m bored! I needed something to do.
Orange circles- me and friend
Purple circles- people who cut
Grey circles- other people
When we got closer to the front of the line, a girl jumped the fence and got in line with the other girls in front of us. Then, two girls jumped the fence to be with the two people that I think cut in the first place. Then, SEVEN people jumped the fence to be with the people behind us. One of the girls behind them who hadn’t cut decided to say something.
G: girl behind those who cut
CG1, 2, and 3: girls who cut
Me: me of course
G: Hey! You can’t cut all these people (There were about 20 people behind them)
CG1: We can do whatever the hell we want!
CG2: Yeah bitch!
CG1, CG2 and the people with them start making fun of G and there’s nothing G can do because there are no cops around to kick the cutters out of line
CG3: (one of the ones who cut that are a few people in front of us) Hey CG1! Come up here!
CG1 starts to shove past me.
Me:
NO! You are not cutting us! CG1: I can cut you if I want to!
Me: No, you can’t.
CG1 looks at me like she’s going to try to hit me, gives me a cat-butt face, then calls me stupid, a f*cking bitch, etc. to her friends.
A few minutes later CG1 starts to slowly try to slip past S. S didn’t want to say anything because she just might explode and start cussing them out and she didn’t want to be kicked out of the fair for cussing, even though it would be at people who cut. So she just stood there with her arms crossed with her elbows sticking out a bit and nodded for me to do the same. I did, making it impossible for CG1 to get past us without actually pushing one of us to the side.
Fortunately, that worked until we got to the front and onto the ride. When the ride attendant was helping us into the Zipper I told him that most of the group behind us had cut, but he just shrugged and said “Whatever.” Usually, ride attendants give a crap and kick people out of line, but this guy didn’t.
When we got off the Zipper, G and her friend were getting on.
Me: So the cutters got to ride didn’t they?
G: Yeah, it really pisses me off.
Me: I know, me too.
S and I looked around for a cop but there still weren’t any around to explain the situation to, dammit.
The worst part of it was that the girls who cut couldn’t have been older than 13, and they all were at least a head shorter than me (I’m 5’9”). I hate to think about what their parents have been teaching them or how they will be when they get older.
Sunday Night (aka Gimme Gimme Gimme!)
We were walking towards the entrance because the fair was closing in about 5 minutes when I remembered that I promised to buy my friend a steak (not really steak, more like a steak-um) sandwich from a vendor because they are so freakin good. Fortunately, the vendor was right by the entrance.
Me: me again!
SG: sandwich guy
GG: gimme guy
SG: What can I get for you?
Me: I’d like a steak sandwich with everything please.
SG: Sure, $5.00.
GG walks up but doesn’t say anything yet.
Me: Aren’t they$7.00? That’s what the sign says. (I was the opposite of all the SCs who read signs, wasn’t I?
)SG: Usually they are, but tonight’s the last night and we’re closing up so I lowered the price.
Me: Oh, ok. Cool, thanks!
GG: Gimme a steak sandwich with everything.
SG: Just a moment sir, I have to make hers first.
GG: You sure you can’t go any lower than 5 bucks? You are closing.
SG: Sorry sir, I can’t.
GG looks at the meat (it’s laid out like a Subway, you can see all the ingredients through the glass).
GG: That meat looks a little dry, are you sure you can’t lower the price?
SG: Sorry dude, I can’t.
GG:
Fine, you just lost yourself a customer! I’ll go somewhere else where they actually care about my business! (leaves)Me: (calling after him) Good luck with that, every other place here is closed! (to SG) Dumbass.
SG: (hands me my sandwich) I gotta agree with you there.
Me: Thanks, have a good night.
SG: You too.
The funniest part is I was standing by my car that was parked near the entrance saying bye to my friends when I saw GG coming out of the gate, empty-handed of course. If the sandwich hadn’t been for my friend I would have taken a huge bite out of it and smiled at him.
Oh well.
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