This morning was difficult as it was the last day with YummYummy. Luckily, she, Sleepless and I are all going on a date with JB in two weeks, so it won’t be long before I see her again. Also lucky is the fact that I got to go straight to the Demolition Derby as soon as JB and I parted.
Dr. BJ picked me up and we met up with Sleepless and others, who had the privilege of being there about an hour longer than us. Upon arriving, Passed The Sniff Test provided a disclaimer (which had apparently been provided to him by Tile), “Just so you know, there are more people here than teeth.” He was right about that. Poligrip should have been holding auditions.
At one point in the evening, one of the Fair staff was throwing t-shirts, out of a medium-sized cardboard box, out to the attendees in the stand. By the time he hit our section, he had run out. The majority of the attendees in our section were not happy with this news and beckoned him to come back and throw the cardboard box into the stands. Surprisingly, he did and, not surprisingly, people were scrambling for it. “Nice,” said Passed The Sniff Test, “Someone just won a new house.”
A little while later, a few women hit the dirt floor arena to place the barrier cones for the next event. The individual behind us had some feelings about that, “I would never let my wife have that cone job. She’d end up chasing me with it.” Just shortly after that, Dr. BJ heard them (the Rednecks behind us) say something about one of the Demolition Derby drivers that will remain engrained in his mind for some time, “That’s straight up redneck!” He looked at me, eyes and ears not believing what he was hearing, “Ummm, really!?!? Wow.”
The Demolition Derby, in conjunction with the Fair attendees, are definitely a draw and Dr. BJ and I committed to returning next year – at which time, we plan to drive in the Demolition Derby. That’s right, we’re going to buy a car and start working on it just as soon as we can figure out what to do with those pipe things and the other stuff we could see in the engines. Next year, we will be straight up redneck!