Tales from the faire
My wife says I’ve got to tell this tale. So, being very obedient… Sorry, have to wait for her to stop laughing… I will.
At the show two weeks ago in Pennsylvania there were only three of us who made it to the show. So, we were very busy and quite tired at the end of the day.
It had been very warm and we decided to go and buy more water for the next day so we didn’t have to do it before the show on day 2.
Across the street from our hotel was a bit supermarket, so in I went to get water, soda and other supplies for the next day.
When I got to the register, the young man there looked at me for a long time.
“You look like someone from a ren faire,” he finally said.
“I am,” I replied.
“I didn’t know there was one around here,”
“Well there is. Three blocks north of here in the park where the tile works place is.”
“WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THIS!” he shouted several times while spinning around and looking for a person who was apparently withholding this information.
“I just did,” I said when he stopped spinning. “The good news is it’s going on tomorrow and Monday too, so you didn’t miss it.”
“That’s not enough time!”
“Two days should be plenty.”
“My D&D group would have to get their costumes ready!”
“Well, costumes are cool, but not needed. I’m sure you and your friends could show up in regular clothes and have no problem getting in.”
“But, we want to do it right!”
“I get that. But, you could come this year, check it out, and then be that much more prepared when we come back next year.”
“I couldn’t go anyhow…”
“Why not?”
“I’m not 18.”
“I see. Well, there is no age limit. I’ve certainly seen people younger than 18 there. And, I’m fairly sure they don’t check folks age at the ticket counter.”
“My parents wouldn’t want me to go.”
“When I was your age there were plenty of things I did I’m sure my parents wouldn’t have wanted. I am surprised that is not still the case.”
“They’d know.”
“You could always tell them you picked up an extra shift here at the market and swing by the faire for a while when you left.”
“I could NEVER get away with that!”
“We both know you could,” I said, looking him in the eye.
“I don’t know…”
“Well, we’re there tomorrow and Monday. If you do decide to see us, come see my groups sword fighting show.”
“There’s sword fighting!?!!?”
“I hope so, it’s what they paid me to come here and do.”
“I really want to go.”
“North three blocks. Left through the park. You can’t miss it.”
I took my things and left.
As I walked out I heard the guy at the other register ask “who the hell was that?”
“Some guy from the ren faire,” the kid said.
I never did see him at the show.
But, that hardly proves anything as I have a terrible memory for that sort of thing…