Sunday, April 21, 2013

Hey, Rube! -- In which we sadly win a fish

AA was dying to go to the Carnival that we drove by a few days ago, so my wife and I up and took him to the carnival today.

It was a pretty good fair, as far as it goes, with a lot of rides, and a lot of midway, and not too crowded.  AA doesn't like a lot of rides, but he loves the bumper cars. (He went on them twice!)

Here's a pretty good  9 second video of my wife and son on the bumper cars.

Overall he was pretty rapturous about it.  He wanted to play some of the carnival games, and I didn't want to (As a guy who knows more than a little bit about it, I would rather take $5 and buy something, rather than spend $5 to win the chance to walk away with a $2 item.  Or as a friend of mine might say, "There's two kinds of people-- people who play carnival games, and people who run carnival games.  We are the kind of people who RUN carnival games.")

And by the way, carnivals are expensive!  $4 per person for ADMISSION, then $21 for 22 tickets, which bought us 2 rides on the bumper cars, 2 walk-throughs of a funhouse, and I think that was it.  Then there were snacks ($9 for a popcorn and a candy apple) and then another $10 in carnival games.  Oh yeah, and $1 for street parking, which meant we had to do everything in an hour (because there's NO RE-ENTRY)  That was a quick $50!

At any rate, there was a win a fish game, and I definitely did not want to let him play that, and somehow my wife said yes, and he actually got a ball in the bowl and he won a fish.  The most expensive goldfish in the history of man.

So now we are stuck with a fish, which means having to buy fish food, and a net, and a filter or something, and wait until he jumps out of the bowl, dies, gets eaten by the cat, or some other horrible fate.

  AA wanted to call him Fishie, but we refused.  He's got a little moustache, so I was pushing Groucho, but I had also suggested BUMPER, since he liked the Bumper cars so much, and he agreed.

So we now have Bumper the Fish.  My son is very happy and proud, and I am proud but not so happy. I am not a big fan of fish, and with the cat, our travel, and the general propensity of goldfish,

I do not have a good feeling about this.

UPDATE: 4/23/13:

As predicted, the fish has died. The fish is no more. He has ceased to be. He's expired and gone to meet his maker. He's a stiff. Bereft of life, he rests in peace. He's pushing up daisies, his metabolic processes are now history. He's off the twig. He's kicked the bucket, He's shuffled off this mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. THIS IS AN EX-FISH.

On the plus side, these last two days were probably the happiest days of his life.

We are not going to replace the fish, at least until the NEXT carnival.

The fish is dead.  Long Live the Fish.


Anonymous said...

We went to a carnival last year with our boys. We also won fish. I joked that they would be gone in a few hours and we could have them for dinner. Those suckers hung around for months.


Yes-- one of my inlaws said that her carnival fish lasted 14 YEARS!

I did come in today to find our cat eyeing the fish in a suspicious way....

I don't anticipate a good end here.