Demolition Men

Donna and I went to the Western Carolina State Fair this evening to watch the Demolition Derby. Judging by the crowd, so did a lot of people. The show was scheduled to start at 7:00, but it was well after and there wasn’t any action. Donna said, “If it hasn’t started by 7:20, we’re leaving.” I think they started playing the National Anthem at 7:19. We watched the first heat of six cars, but after that 20 minute session we had had enough.

We then roamed the fairgrounds looking for the 3 for $10 Mini-Funnel Cakes that one of Donna’s co-workers had told us about. This option seemed ideal as we could get one I wanted, one she wanted and another to share. The directions that we were give:, “Once through the main entrance hall it is the first one on the right.”

I asked the girl at the window for the Mini-Funnel Cakes and she said, “We don’t have them, they’re on the other side.” We walked across the fairgrounds to another funnel cake booth, the guy inside said, “We don’t have them and I don’t know of anyone who does.” I recommended circling around one more time. The third funnel cake booth we found didn’t display anything like small cakes and there was no mention of them on the menu so I didn’t even ask.

We didn’t check at the non funnel cake booths, so maybe they were at one of the cotton candy places or corn dog emporiums. Possibly they were available and it was like a speakeasy thing where you have to have a password. Or maybe the Mini Funnel Cakes are like one of those things that pranksters send rubes for that don’t really exist, like blinker fluid or a left-handed monkey wrench.