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Having               finally               recovered               from               my               fair               food               coma,               I               bet               someone               out               there               might               like               to               read               about               what               else               the               Rochester               Fair               offers.

Well,               maybe               not,               but               I'm               a               little               short               on               material               lately.

We               had               to               take               two               vehicles               because               all               the               kids               whining               about               going               finally               decided               they               might               get               something               out               of               it.

It               was               a               Monday               afternoon,               so               parking               on               the               fair               grounds               was               not               yet               full.

As               I               pulled               up               to               the               booth,               the               ex               began               hollering               at               the               rather               large               scary               looking               lady               inside.
               I               didn't               feel               this               was               any               way               to               start               our               fair               experience.

He               continued               yelling               at               her,               complaining               about               how               slow               she               was.

She               spotted               him               and               immediately               squeezed               out               of               that               booth               and               thundered               over               to               the               car.

With               arms               flailing               she               grabbed               hold               of               the               ex,               half               hauling               him               out               of               the               window,               and               planted               a               big               sloppy               kiss               on               him.

She               stepped               back               and               smiling               like               a               Cheshire               cat,               waved               us               through.

Turns               out               they               worked               together               at               the               shipyard.

He               knows               everyone.
               We               met               the               rest               of               the               family               by               the               ferris               wheel.

There               was               some               discussion               about               strategy               but               the               kids               won,               and               we               went               to               the               rides.

I               do               not               do               fair               rides.

I               do               roller               coasters,               any               chance               I               get,               but               do               not               do               fair               rides.

I               found               myself               on               the               first               fair               ride               with               the               middle               child               before               I               knew               I               was               in               line.
               It               was               the               same               ride               that               I               took               the               niece               on               30               years               ago,               and               then               demanded               to               be               let               off,               blaming               my               niece,               who               was               ten.

I               was               tucked               into               the               bucket               by               a               burly               toothless               operator               who               told               me               with               a               knowing               smile               to               hang               on               to               my               teeth.

He               then               slammed               a               screen               door               up               against               my               nose               and               pulled               the               lever.
               The               first               whirl               and               consequent               abrupt               stop               sent               the               cart               spinning               in               complete               roll               overs.

When               my               head               stopped               snapping               back               and               forth,               I               noticed               the               middle               child               was               in               somewhat               of               a               catatonic               state,               but               emitting               a               deafening               operatic               pitch               high               enough               to               shatter               glass.

I               tried               to               catch               the               operator's               attention               upon               each               descent,               but               I               was               spinning               and               zipping               by               so               fast,               I               ended               up               screaming               at               a               seagull.
               I               had               to               be               assisted               when               we               stopped,               but               the               kids               thought               I               was               very               brave.

I               walked               like               a               disoriented               crab               as               we               went               on               to               the               next               ride,               which               we               soon               discovered               was               shut               down               due               to               mechanical               difficulties.

One               of               the               cars               flew               off               the               previous               night.
               I               perked               up               at               the               scent               of               the               French               fry               stand.

Staggering               over               to               a               table               I               somewhat               recovered               while               stuffing               my               face               with               the               first               fair               food               delicacy               on               my               menu.

The               vinegar               was               in               a               spray               bottle               that               looked               a               lot               like               a               rinsed               out               Mr.

Clean               container.
               The               little               guy               got               gypped               out               of               $5               on               a               football               game.

The               ex               handed               him               another               $5               and               told               me               to               get               up               there               with               him               and               get               him               some               extra               throws.

I               was               well               trained               in               the               art               of               dickering,               living               with               a               tightwad               for               many               years,               so               I               grabbed               the               little               guy               by               the               collar,               telling               him               simply               to               "watch               and               learn".

We               waited               for               the               crowd               to               thin,               and               I               said               to               the               guy,               "How               much?"               He               pushed               up               his               sleeves,               revealing               several               serpentine               tats               and               said               "               $5".
               I               pushed               uo               my               lace               French               cuffs,               leaned               over               and               said               "For               this               little               squirt?

The               ball               is               bigger               than               he               is."               This               genius               looked               around               like               he               was               being               filmed               by               60               Minutes               and               slid               over               an               extra               ball.

The               kid               looked               up               at               me               in               wondrous               admiration,               threw               all               the               footballs               and               missed.

The               ex               said,               "You               had               him.

Shoulda               got               two               freebies"               I               told               him               to               bite               me.
               We               walked               through               the               maze               of               junk               jewelry,               T-shirts,               tattoo               stands,               and               all               the               food               stands               on               my               list               before               hitting               the               big               top.

The               ex               likes               to               find               creative               new               ways               of               travel,               and               decided               it               would               be               a               shorter               walk               if               we               crossed               a               field               to               the               tent.

It               was,               but               the               entrance               was               blocked.

So               we               circled               back,               ending               up               almost               where               we               started               and               went               in.
               The               temperature               in               the               tent               was               all               of               100               degrees,               and               of               course               the               first               show               was               a               clown.

The               middle               child               started               crying               because               she               was               afraid               of               clowns,               which               I               think               is               ridiculous.

Her               mother               takes               her               outside               and               attends               to               her               (I               guess               she               really               is).

We               watched               the               Great               Stumblini               all               the               way               from               Switzerland               fall               off               his               tightrope               to               the               wild               applause               of               the               twenty               or               so               attendees.

The               Great               Stumblini               all               the               way               from               Switzerland               also               played               second               banana               to               a               tedious               Spanish               kazoo               musician,               so               I               guess               he               was               ambi-talented               when               he               put               hid               black               wig               on.
               We               completed               our               dickering               skills               by               acquiring               a               hand               knit               sweater               for               the               eldest               grandniece               for               the               exact               price               on               the               tag,               a               few               other               one-of-a-kind               articles               of               Indian               clothing               for               the               niece               that               netted               us               a               $3               savings               as               Raj               told               us               over               and               over,               and               a               dozen               or               so               half               rotten               candy               apples               for               later.

On               the               drive               home,               I               must               have               been               in               a               sugar               coma.

I               envisioned               myself               starring               in               another               episode               of               "As               the               Stomach               Churns".

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