The local fair is even smaller than I
expected. Well… The carnival is small however the
people are not. I look around to
see Middle America at its finest.
God dammit, I blend in. The
fact that I’m inhaling a funnel cake and deep-fried onion probably doesn’t
help. Fuck it, I’m at a fair, I’m
eating crap if I want to.
Tomorrow, I will diet…probably…maybe…not.
The live music and fireworks have ended and the
masses are beginning to exit. We
find the car, let two cars in front of us and I start thinking of how I feel no
homesickness. Tonight was a good
night. Another woman tries getting
out in front of us but we stand our ground. It would take us all night to get home if we let everyone
out. The weather is cool and Amber
(7 months pregnant) has the driver’s window down. Our girl talk is interrupted by a short, mutant who is now
screaming through Amber’s window.
The mutant shouts, “DID YOU NOT SEE ME!?!? I WAS ABOUT TO HIT YOU! I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING CAR! I WOULD FUCK YOU UP!” There were more "Fucks" and "Bitches" then she left. Really? Lady, is your life so boring that you have to get violent in
a parking lot just to get some thrills?
She has an eagle as her front license plate. Kori explains it is an army logo. I immediately think of the lifeless army wives at the commissary. She must be one of those. We watch for her car on the highway to
make sure she is not following us.
All of us think of things we wish we had said.
I am in bed and my stomach is not happy with
me. The funnel cake and deep fried
onion are taking their revenge.
Tomorrow, I will diet…probable…maybe…not.
*I am not bagging on all army wives; I have met some amazing ones. These are just observations.
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