Tripping Over Road Markers

Horror-scope- "You have an intuitive sense of potential problems, but don't act until you have to."

I am directed to wear 'closed toe shoes', a hat, and sunscreen:

I wore my hurachis that are less open than my other shoes. I wore a sleeveless tee shirt and had a little bag that hooks on my belt for my keys and credit card. It was 80 when I left home at 9AM to do my volunteer stint at the big outdoor craft show here. This is the 21st year so they know what they're doing by now.

By 10:30 I was dyin' so took off my sleeveless tee in the icky bathroom and put on just the one XL tee they gave me. I completely wet myself down to cool off (except for the tee shirt front and headed back out. My job was to booth sit for people who needed to go to the bathroom or go get lunch, easy. Two quarts of water and less than an hour later I thought they were gonna have to call the ambulance for me., I headed for the gate and left early. Screw this volunteering thing- next time I sit in AC and lick envelopes instead. My car, black and parked in the direct sun registered 104 when I got in and it felt GOOD.

SO- what did I see? I saw an old guy in one of those motorized scooters like my dad drives and he had fixed a trailer hitch to the back and had a homemade chair attached to a platform behind the scooter for his wife- she sat up high looking over his head and telling him loudly where to go. And he drove wherever he damn pleased banging into people on both sides.

I saw three young women walking next to each other down the middle of the aisles ALL thrree pushing double strollers filled to the brim with screaming toddlers- 2 sets of twins and one odd set of sibs, one black, one white but closely resembling each other. The moms were so busy with their cappucinos they didn't notice people falling like bowling pins in their wake. Saw one tall platinum blond from the back, hair to her waist and a somewhat droopy ass dressed in psychadelic colors. She was holding hands with a short fat guy who had to be 90, doing the Anna Nicole act I guess. Too much Lilly Pultizer, and the booths had giagantic flower paintings in abundance. Gag me.

Now the sad thing is I have to repeat this all tomorrow. Same Bat Channel, Same Bat Station.