I'm a lucky girl. Why? Because Jason and I still go on dates a lot. Mainly because we don't have any kids yet, and we get bored staring at each other when we're home. We were sitting around at said "home" when the news announced that it was the opening night of the Spokane County Fair. It was fate. An hour an a half later, we were perusing hot dog stands, cotton candy machines, and bean bag booths (Seriously, though. Who can resist a big ol' elephant ear? Not me. No, sir).
As we were strolling through the blitz of fair food and weirdos, I noticed a couple walking about 10 feet ahead of us. They were about our age, and there was nothing particularly noteworthy about them other than the fact that they were in our direct path of where we were headed. Well, I underestimated these two...or should I say just the female counterpart of this pairing because almost as soon as I noticed their existence she paused and took the liberty of hawking a giant spit ball right on the grass/pathway...as in where people were walking...and eating (Mmmm)...and pushing their strollers. Charming. The couple then went on their merry way--I'm sure to use the bathrooms without washing their hands. Really, lady? Really? What a sicko. Why don't you just go roll around with the little piggies over at the Ag displays. I'm sure they wouldn't mind when you expectorate your lung butter, but as for me (and the rest of civilized society), I find it to be horrendous. Oh, and excuse me while I step over the little "treat" you left me and about 3,000 other Spokanites. That's all. Until next time ;)
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