The Ohio State Fair.
Now, a day at the Fair generally starts out with the requisite waiting behind a long line of cars to the entrance gate where one pays the parking fee, then following the line to the vast parking lot, then parking, then walking from the parking lot to the closest shuttle stop, then waiting for the shuttle, then riding the shuttle,
This secret entrance brought us in through the midway at the back end of the Fair,
But the call of those wicked delights is nowhere near as compelling as the call of the funnel cakes,
This time as I stood mooning over the display case the friendly young man behind the counter asked me what I’d like.
“Well,” I replied, “Someday, when I’m so old that I don’t have any more hoots to give about my weight or how I look,” I swept my hand across the display case, I’m going to eat every one of these.”
The young vendor, wise beyond his years, said, "But the Fair is the place where you're supposed to eat these."
I thought he made a good point but I sighed, "I know, but all those calories..."
"I'll tell you what," he said, looking so eager to please, "I'll make you a little snack-sized one for you."
"Oh, wow," I said, impressed by his kind solicitousness, "I'm so tempted!" I really was. "But let me eat lunch first and I'll think about it."
To be continued...