I couldn't help the laughter that bubbled out of me as soon as I saw it. There were a lot of people there, and they were all looking at me like I was a total whackjob. Seriously, nobody else thought that was funny? They sure as heck thought I was funny for laughing at it. Well, I suppose I can understand that. I literally doubled over, holding my sides and cracking up. I was laughing that kind of laugh where it comes out half-laugh, half-hiccup. My husband was slightly mortified. He was trying to pay for our tickets, and I was digging through my bag for the camera case.
"Wait, wait, don't go yet... I have got to get a picture of this."
He stopped and stared at me. "A picture of what? What the hell are you laughing at?"
"The SIGN! I'm laughing at the sign!"
The man behind the glass was not amused. He loudly rolled his eyes at me. If you think an eye roll is silent, then you need to spend more time around teenagers and/or carnival workers. While I was turning the camera on, I leaned very close to the hole and spoke directly into it. "Are you hearing impaired? If so, I'm sorry for laughing."
"No, I ain't deaf. Why's my sign funny?"
"Well, that depends. Why is your sign there?"
I can't even type his response without laughing. He said to me, "So's people know where to talk at me."
At that point, I think he may have been personally offended, because I laughed so hard that I couldn't even stop my husband from dragging me away from the ticket booth. I swear, I had not been drinking. Much.
My father-in-law was with us that day. I don't think he saw the humor in my sign either. Oddly enough, they both found a great deal of humor in some lifesize statues of anatomically correct bulls that we saw later in the evening. They even thought it was funny to, for lack of a better word, molest the statues. These are men who haven't ever been around an angry bull. I explained to them that this would be their only opportunity in life to get that close the the backside of a bull without finding a hoof planted in their own tender areas, and I suppose they thought it was funny to take advantage of that. Okay, so it was a little bit funny... but not as funny as my sign.
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