I suggested that we attend the Food Truck and Craft Beer event at the Fairgrounds yesterday.
I inadvertently almost backed into a car in the parking lot. The attendant didn’t bother to see if ours was still running and it never occurred to me to look (not too swift but still…)
Fortunately, another person yelled for me to stop before I hit anything.
Naturally, the other driver tried to pass off an old dent as something I caused, which sent me into a fury. His wife was great; he was an asshole.
The event staff made us wait in line to be admitted, even though we’d pre-purchased our tickets.
The food trucks we visited were good – spring rolls and a burrito with potatoes. The beer was less than stellar for $8 a can.
There were not enough tables. We shared one with a couple so tight-assed that you couldn’t poke a straw.
It was horrible all the way around, and I can’t believe that I put us at risk. If brains were dynamite, I wouldn’t have enough to part my hair.