| I want to run away with the Circus
The Dogs pissed on the blankets . . .
Be certain when you buy a washer and dryer, that they are actually extra-large and not just large. We bought an extra-large and yet a blanket won't go in it, and if you do manage to wash it, it will only become a fire hazard in the dryer, when it catches fire, because the damn thing won't spin correctly.
Having learned this lesson the hard way, in the past. I was forced to make a trip to the laundr-o-mat. While there, a lady came in having trouble bringing in her loads of laundry. After a short consideration and guilt of having watched her bring in three bags with timed grunts. I got up to help her carry in about 15 more duffle bags.
Come to find out, she was doing the laundry of all the people who are working with the fair. A shitty job, but someone has to do it.
"Do you have laundry detail this week, or something?" I asked.
"No," she replied "It was just the lesser of two evils."
I smile. "Riding with the Fair seems to be an unusual job."
"hmm?"
"Mind if I ask something personal?"
I asked.
"Nope."
"Just exactly how did you come about joining up with the Fair?
After sitting and listening to her story and asking what must have seemed like a bunch of silly questions to her, I found out she sleeps in a bunk in a truck, that drives all over the country, She cooks her meals on a tiny grill, she uses the bathroom in a porta potty, as if she was on a GreyHound bus or something.
She has little or no privacy, every person in her group ( 8 people to group, which is basically the family members in your truck, while on the road. ), has seen her underwear, has heard her snore, seen her pick her nose, you name it.
Suprisingly, she had a wealthy and lucrative job, before she decided to dump it all and join the fair, Now she stays 2 weeks in a town and they pack up and move to the next one. Shes traveled everywhere, been with the Fair for about 2 years now, and is the happiest shes ever been, and wouldn't change it for the world.
For one fleeting moment........
I was a kid again, and contemplated leaving the blankets in the wash machines, the car in the parking lot, dropping the keys in the mailbox, and fleeing all responsibility of normal daily life, to join the fair.
When we were children, the sky was the limit, no DREAM was TOO BIG, no thought too crazy, no want or desire too impossible.
As adults, we fear to DREAM, To see past the Horizion, We Fear we will fail . . .
But in my case, I held back, because I feared not that I would fail, but because I would succeed at something that others would have believed I would have failed at.
How depressing is that?
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