Sometimes I just have to remind myself I am not

I feel so bitter.

Small town, small carnival, small prices right? Not when St. Mary puts it on. Man do they like to put money into the church, and who knows where it goes. As we were happy to leave the ticket attendant to her boy friend, we left the booth unhappy to be out of ten dollars, only to be replaced with ten tickets. We spotted the egg scrambler, now labeled The Inferno, and got in line. No sign was posted, but as we attempted to settle our debts with the ride conductor, we ended up with two tickets in our pocket and the task of entering the car without giving everyone a show, both of us being in skirts. Of course, we found courage as just before we entered, two girls in miniskirts made their way out of a car in clean fashion. The ride was full of thrusting this way and that, which made for a lot of laughs. The best part was, we stood out like a sore thumb in the whole carnival. So the bitterness comes from the miniscuel problem of paying four dollars each for one ride, which can be overshadowed by the fun thrusting motion the ride created as I attempted not to crush Brandi.