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I’m visiting my boyfriend, xx_wolfie_xx, herein known as wolfie acuz I’m lazy… 
Yesterday, we were wandering San Antonio, there’s Fiesta San Antonio going on and we hit up a couple of the different festivities being offered. One such was a carnival, being held in the parking lot of the Alamodome. We went on rides, wandered, and generally were goofy and silly and acting like typical goofy couple on a date. There were a FEW instances where I had to restrain wolfie because he was ready to go punch people. Oh, carnivals. What FUN.
No, we just don’t want to play your rigged games!
Ok, after getting off of the second “spinny spinny fast upside down I left my stomach at the foot of the stairs” rides I was staggering and not quite sure how I was staying standing. Wolfie said it wasn’t so much walking, but more keeping myself from falling, so we went to the ferris wheel instead, giving my stomach time to catch up. On the way there, we passed the game booths, and of course people were calling out to us, trying to entice us to play the rigged games. They were tossing out lines, trying to rile people up, and offering “free” first throws.
One such set of booths was balloon popping. You throw a dart at balloons, and if you pop them, you win a prize. (Of course, the darts are blunted, and the balloons are underinflated, supposedly).
We walk past one, and the guy running the booth calls out:
“Hey, hey man, come on over, win your girl a prize!”
We keep walking
“Hey, come on man, what’s wrong, you mad at her or something!?!
Wolfie pauses, but we in the end keep walking. But seriously. Grrr.
No, no, still not interested
Oh look, same scenario as above, but instead it’s the tub toss and the guy is trying to goad people on saying, it’s easy, and anyone could win a prize, so why not try, unless he was afraid, etc, etc.
>.<
Blah.
Wtf, dude, please be a PARENT!!
Once my stomach was settled down enough, we went back to the fun rides, and hit the tilt-a-whirl. On the way there, some preteen wanna be, erm…”gangsta”?? yes, I believe is the term, stepped on my sandal, and that kinda hurt. I said ow, and turned around, and glared. Little Wannabe looked at me, shrugged, and said
“eh, my bad…”
And kept walking. His father/adult didn’t even see anything and just kept walking, and little man had to run to catch up.
wtf dude, please be a PARENT, Redux
So, in line at the tilt-a-whirl, we’re standing behind a group of kids, none could be older than 7-8 ish…
The line moves forward, and in come another 2 or 3 children shoving through the line. And I get shoved as well. Yeah, that didn’t sit well with my boyfriend.
W: Hey!
Kids: <turn around and blink stupidly>
W: Try saying excuse me or something next time, don’t push through people.
Enter The Dumbass Father, or should I call him the NotFather. Yes, we’ll go with the NotFather. He wanders up holding a dozing toddler and starts blabbing to the kids, who in turn look at us and he finally clues in something is up. He in turn glances at us and wolfie tells him.
W: Yeah, your kids just ran into my girlfriend here and shoved her aside.
NF: Oh. Huh. Well, you know. They’re kids.
W: That’s great! You know what else is great? Manners! Manners are great, too!
NF: But they’re kids. And it’s a carnival.
Me: Yeah, kids will be kids. And parents should be parents!
NF: Should be more open minded. They’re just kids. And it’s carnival.
…
Yeah, wolfie was a bit upset, and I wasn’t too thrilled either. But you know what, I behaved myself, and didn’t say what I was really thinking (and won’t here because it is so very fratch worthy), to the point that wolfie went “ooooh, yeah, that’s baaad.”
So I got Samoas ice cream!
Slight Bonus: Good Parenting – It DOES Exist!
Quick one here. We’re standing in line waiting on the roller coaster, and three kids are in line in front of us, they had technically cut in line, but it was ok, because they didn’t see where the line officially started, a lot of people were sort of just…milling about, and there was confusion over who got there first. So we let them in. One of the little girls said "Thank you!" We were a bit shocked. Polite children at the carnival, woot!!
Their mother is standing by, and the little boy suddenly decides he wants to run over to another ride instead, and mom laid down the law.
Mom: No. These nice people let you get in line, you are going to stay here.
Boy: <whiiines>
Mom: You have 3 hours, you will be able to go on EVERY ride, but you are going to behave!
In the end, the little boy apologized and got back in line. O.O
Wolfie actually leaned over and thanked her for being a parent, and explained what happened. I think he made her blush.
All in all, carnival was fun, and buttheaded carnies and kids weren’t going to get me down. I had fun. But as always, couldn’t go anywhere without at least a FEW sightings.
Yesterday, we were wandering San Antonio, there’s Fiesta San Antonio going on and we hit up a couple of the different festivities being offered. One such was a carnival, being held in the parking lot of the Alamodome. We went on rides, wandered, and generally were goofy and silly and acting like typical goofy couple on a date. There were a FEW instances where I had to restrain wolfie because he was ready to go punch people. Oh, carnivals. What FUN.
No, we just don’t want to play your rigged games!
Ok, after getting off of the second “spinny spinny fast upside down I left my stomach at the foot of the stairs” rides I was staggering and not quite sure how I was staying standing. Wolfie said it wasn’t so much walking, but more keeping myself from falling, so we went to the ferris wheel instead, giving my stomach time to catch up. On the way there, we passed the game booths, and of course people were calling out to us, trying to entice us to play the rigged games. They were tossing out lines, trying to rile people up, and offering “free” first throws.
One such set of booths was balloon popping. You throw a dart at balloons, and if you pop them, you win a prize. (Of course, the darts are blunted, and the balloons are underinflated, supposedly).
We walk past one, and the guy running the booth calls out:
“Hey, hey man, come on over, win your girl a prize!”
We keep walking
“Hey, come on man, what’s wrong, you mad at her or something!?!
Wolfie pauses, but we in the end keep walking. But seriously. Grrr.
No, no, still not interested
Oh look, same scenario as above, but instead it’s the tub toss and the guy is trying to goad people on saying, it’s easy, and anyone could win a prize, so why not try, unless he was afraid, etc, etc.
>.<
Blah.
Wtf, dude, please be a PARENT!!
Once my stomach was settled down enough, we went back to the fun rides, and hit the tilt-a-whirl. On the way there, some preteen wanna be, erm…”gangsta”?? yes, I believe is the term, stepped on my sandal, and that kinda hurt. I said ow, and turned around, and glared. Little Wannabe looked at me, shrugged, and said
“eh, my bad…”
And kept walking. His father/adult didn’t even see anything and just kept walking, and little man had to run to catch up.
wtf dude, please be a PARENT, Redux
So, in line at the tilt-a-whirl, we’re standing behind a group of kids, none could be older than 7-8 ish…
The line moves forward, and in come another 2 or 3 children shoving through the line. And I get shoved as well. Yeah, that didn’t sit well with my boyfriend.
W: Hey!
Kids: <turn around and blink stupidly>
W: Try saying excuse me or something next time, don’t push through people.
Enter The Dumbass Father, or should I call him the NotFather. Yes, we’ll go with the NotFather. He wanders up holding a dozing toddler and starts blabbing to the kids, who in turn look at us and he finally clues in something is up. He in turn glances at us and wolfie tells him.
W: Yeah, your kids just ran into my girlfriend here and shoved her aside.
NF: Oh. Huh. Well, you know. They’re kids.
W: That’s great! You know what else is great? Manners! Manners are great, too!
NF: But they’re kids. And it’s a carnival.
Me: Yeah, kids will be kids. And parents should be parents!
NF: Should be more open minded. They’re just kids. And it’s carnival.
…
Yeah, wolfie was a bit upset, and I wasn’t too thrilled either. But you know what, I behaved myself, and didn’t say what I was really thinking (and won’t here because it is so very fratch worthy), to the point that wolfie went “ooooh, yeah, that’s baaad.”
So I got Samoas ice cream!
Slight Bonus: Good Parenting – It DOES Exist!
Quick one here. We’re standing in line waiting on the roller coaster, and three kids are in line in front of us, they had technically cut in line, but it was ok, because they didn’t see where the line officially started, a lot of people were sort of just…milling about, and there was confusion over who got there first. So we let them in. One of the little girls said "Thank you!" We were a bit shocked. Polite children at the carnival, woot!!
Their mother is standing by, and the little boy suddenly decides he wants to run over to another ride instead, and mom laid down the law.
Mom: No. These nice people let you get in line, you are going to stay here.
Boy: <whiiines>
Mom: You have 3 hours, you will be able to go on EVERY ride, but you are going to behave!
In the end, the little boy apologized and got back in line. O.O
Wolfie actually leaned over and thanked her for being a parent, and explained what happened. I think he made her blush.
All in all, carnival was fun, and buttheaded carnies and kids weren’t going to get me down. I had fun. But as always, couldn’t go anywhere without at least a FEW sightings.
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