Conversations from the fair
It was a very slow day manning the Humane Society booth at the Stevens County Fair. This is my afternoon.
"Ooo, candy! Can I have some?"
"Got any horses?"
"Sorry, not right now."
"Candy! and balloons! Bye!"
(I had a copy of Valentine's On the Origin of Phyla(amzn/b&n/abe/pwll) with me, to tide me over the slow spots.)
"What's the book about?"
"Evolution."
"Have you ever heard of the Cam-Brain explosion? It disproves your evolution."
"The rapid increase in preserved complexity of fossilized animal forms over the course of tens of million years half a billion years ago? Sure. This book is all about the evidence for the evolution of many of the groups that arose then."
"I don't need your book. It's all in the Bible, son."
"Which chapter?"
"Can I have a second piece of candy for my little brother?"
"Of course you can."
(Little brother trundles up in his stroller a moment later—he's about a month old. Smart kid.)
"Got any little dogs?"
"Mostly cats right now, and a few large dogs."
"Yuck. I hate them."
"You're running out of candy, mister."
"Do you have a building yet?"
"No, we have a network of foster homes in the community to take care of our animals. Would you like to volunteer or join the society?"
"I'll join when you're a real humane society."
(Man with cute little lap dog walks by.)
"Spay and neuter? That's what my widdle tiddly-poo needs, don't oo? Want the nice man to chop oo widdle ballsy-wallsy off?" (the dog did look a bit nervous, but I think it was because his owner is a psycho.)
That was about it. I hope the thrills pick up when I'm in the DFL booth this evening.


Hillarious!
Valentine's book and Valentine's heart-shaped candy? It all goes together so well....