Last weekend, a group of us went to the fair. It was my first time ever going (as far as I can remember anyway). It was not a good experience for me.
seriously!?!? We should be able to be comfortable at that kinda price.
Back to the story - we are mad, and I really wanted a stuffed animal - but you have to win one. And most of the prizes are for squirting, shooting or nailing something. And I am good at none of those. So the group of us are standing there to decide what to do next and we hear a voice.
"Three dollars - three dollars, let me guess your weight within three pounds and win a prize!"
I could do this one. And nobody is around but my friends. So I cough up the three bones and tell him to have at it. But he continues to announce what is going on! A crowd forms. A big crowd. He strolls around me and guesses. A decent guess. I'll take it. And the moment he let the words escape his mouth, I knew that stuffed monkey was mine.
"One hundred thirty pounds. Not a pound more. Not a pound less."
He coulda omitted that last part.
So I said "nope, you are way under."
"Hop on the scale."
SERIOUSLY?!?! So I get on. There is a surge forward from the crowd followed by a collective gasp. When the scale passed 15 lbs over his guess, I jumped off. It was humilating.
The guy who guessed then says "WOW girl, you must had eaten a ton of funnel cakes tonight! You better lay off em!"
I heard whispers of "do you see that girl? - she weighs alot!" and "that guy guessed her weight WAY under" and "well she does have a ghetto booty".
But on the up side I did get a monkey. His name is F.C.
It stands for funnel cake.