I worked at the NC State Fair today. Masks optional. Some did, some didn’t, no problems.
The SC state fair is sadly here so I will have to suffer it since the spouse loves the thing.
No doubt the fair fascists will be in force.
I would have no problem dumping the whole operation in the Marianas trench.
However, my recent scrape with a pair of lung clots might get me out of it. A very high price to pay.
No driving for a week. I don’t feel like it anyway. A little walking is enough for now.
Many years ago, a former employer did some events at the fair. I went to do my bit and waved the badge to go in. All well and good. Woe to me, I went in the wrong tent. This crazy little old lady started yelling at me and to get out. You’d think I’d walked in on some top-secret meeting. It was full of farm stuff.