Bar-B-Q at the Georgia National Fair, 2006

Bar-B-Q at the Georgia National Fair, 2006
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Cox’s Bar-B-Q at the Georgia National Fair
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Bad, killjoy me.

This is just to let you see how dumb I am. As we walked through the thick sweet Bar-B-Q smoke, Marty said, “I want that! That looks great!” And me, what did I say but, “I’m scared of fair food.” So what did Marty end up with but an expensive bland hot dog.

The next day he mentioned again how that bar-b-q had looked good and I said, “Why didn’t you get it?” and he replied, “because you said no.” I said, “I didn’t say no.” He said, “You said you’re scared of fair food.” I said, “Yes, but I didn’t mean you shouldn’t get it!” He failed to see the distinction.

I go back and look at this picture and think Marty and these people were right. That looked like some good bar-b-q. Oddly enough, had we been way out on the road in some other state I would probably have said, “Sure, great!” But because we weren’t on the road, I said, “I’m scared of fair food.” I even believe there was a sign on this place that said it was a local establishment. And as you can see there are tables inside and they are filled with people. But, no, I was in, “I’m scared of fair food” knee jerk reaction mode.

Just like I said to H.o.p., “No, you can’t play any of the fair games. They’re all rigged.” What’s wrong with playing a rigged game if you know that it’s rigged and you don’t mind blowing a few dollars? Had we been out on the road in some far state, I would probably have said, “Sure, great!” because I’m being a tourist and I’m prepared to be bilked as a tourist as long as you treat me nicely and entertain me while bilking me.