I hate the State Fair.
Seriously. It's hot, it's smelly, it's packed with sweaty, smelly people... Everything is packed tight together. It's not just terrible for the claustrophobics, but for us agorophobics (which I really don't think is really accurate for me, I call myself a "people claustrophobic", which is actually more like claustropopulophobic...but whatev)--- the fair sucks for us.
So naturally, I signed up to do chair massage at the fair. Let me tell you: it was hot, it was smelly, and it was packed with sweaty, smelly people. Yessssss. And I was there for 4 hours. The tips weren't too bad, actually. But honestly, I would have done a bit better if that one lady in the yellow suit didn't steal some of my tips.
Can you believe that? I give this woman a massage and while I'm wiping down the chair and she's gathering her stuff together, there were two 5s in my tip jar, but after she left, there was only one. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?! I give her a massage and she still took my money. WTF is wrong with people these days? Cripe's sake.
We were right across the aisle from Chuck's Nuts, which makes fudge and caramel apples all with nuts. It's actually really good. Chuck came over in a super-friendly neighbor sort of way and GAVE us fudge. OMG... I <3 Chuck's Nuts. Seriously. That stuff is amazing.
But I still hate big crowds, I hate sweating if I'm not exercising, and I hate people who steal tips. Seriously, what the crap.
One good piece of news: CC is no longer in my class. Rumor is she's moving to the afternoon class. That's fine. I wonder how well THAT'S going to work out.
Life's swell.
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I thought about massage therapy for a while. Then my dad started teasing me with "having to put my hands on dirty stinky gross old men".
Then I realized I'm not enough of a touchy-feely person to do this.
I wish I could though. For some reason it appeals to me.
Oh and what a jerk!
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