This week marks the beginning of the Kansas State Fair...I hate the fair...
Usually, a few streets are torn up about this time; it seems like every year, they start road construction about the same time. So that's one dislike of the fair. The smell of the Kansas State Fair has a proximity of over 50 miles, true statement right there, so any given night of the fair, you can wave your nose in the air and catch a whiff of shame and a mixture of carny sweat and blood. Traffic and the number of dumb people rise to an alarming rate when the Kansas State Fair rolls into town. I think the only good thing about the Kansas State Fair is the walking. I have grown too accustomed to bigger and better rides, amusement park rides to be exact, so the lame "Chaos" and "Tornado" and Dracula-handshake aren't worth the ticket price or wait-in-line for more than 50 minutes. If I were to give the Kansas State Fair a few props, it would be for the "Pronto Pup" stands. A good Pronto Pup or two and a root beer can always bring a smile to my face. That smile is then taken away once I witness two carnies having sex on the Ferris Wheel...
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