M. went out for a ride today.
Much later we went for a walk back to the local Catholic school carnival. Loves me a carnival. Whee!
Controversy erupted. Just when we were enjoying the home-towned-ness, this dude got into a shouting match with someone running the show. We caught, “This is bullshit. There’s gambling. I know my rights…” Something like that. He then wandered around wielding his cell phone camera as a righteous tool of documentation.
The guys circling him tailed behind his document in a line.
We gathered he was upset, because this fundraising carnival for the school’s building fund was featuring gambling in the form of this “Pan 2” game. The deal was that you could throw down 10 cents to 2 bucks on colored squares, then a ball would randomly roll onto the colors and you’d win on a color match with various odds and payoffs. I think the guy’s chain got yanked, because teenage boys and girls circled the booth tossing their money down.
Afterall, right next store there was a thing called “Cherry Bells” that I ain’t never heard of with something like a scratch ticket, where you pull out some prize winning tabs. Prominently, that booth said you had to be all growed up and past 18 years to buy something like this here for 50 cents.
He was ranting about gambling and church and his school and his kids.
So, they wrestled him on out of there, of course.
And, Mayberry RFD, where we now live, had itself a little bit of excitement. (You know you be living in a small town, when you head out to such a carnival as we did last night, and the peace officer who took your stolen bike complaint a couple months before recognizes you and says, “Hey” and shoots the shit.)
Keep it moving.
That kind of righteousness sounds like you’re living in Cambridge West . ..
looks like downtown swindon to me
all then lardy arsed cops to grab onle lil upset dude
who lost a dollar at a carney booth
still the sun shone and the children played
all is well in the world
as for the tommy cruise tea tables i bin there done that
he asked what car i owned so i told him
he then asked if i wouldnt like a new merc
he cringed when i told him what sort of wanker was he to think i would prefer a merc funny i dint get an invite to the hard sell area
recon they guessed i would take the pish (see t pratchett for explination and yes it is spelt right )
the frog enjoyed it tho she was wetting herself at the poor religiouse zealot banging his feavour against my stupidity
i works on the principal of bring em down to my level asnd beat em on experience
luv n hugs moi
remember Brooks best leather is good for the bum
dvea
I’m considering a Brooks seat, maybe. But, the one I have is getting better. Or my ass is getting calloused.
And, Dot, yeah, all of the Bay Area has a lot of righteousness. Makes me feel simultaneously at home and sad.