Interacting with random Bloomsburg Townees is always an interesting experience. These moments typically occur in a few seconds, but they are definitely worth sharing.
Every year in September the Bloomsburg Fair rolls into town.
My mom, brother, two sisters and I stopped by to bask in the fair festivities. The allure of assorted fried foods could by smelt just outside the entrance gates to the fair. My sisters hopped and bounced excitedly as my mom paid for our tickets. The Bloomsburg Fair experience was new for everyone except me. Wiggling thorough the swarms of people gathered at the fairgrounds always raises my anxiety level to ten.
Our group participated in all the fair traditions: Curiously observing the showcase farm animals, riding the many amusement attractions, and reducing our life expectancies with dangerously delicious fried food. If you make it to the fair Bessinger’s Apple Dumplings with Ice Cream is a MUST. After overindulging and overspending I decided to head home.
Well that was fun!
I took Leonard street to walk back to my apartment. I walked two blocks before stumbling upon a trio of young boys were pushing a rack of Bloomsburg t-shirts. The oldest of them looked close to 11.
Look at that! A couple of young business men haha.
Still progressing slowly in their direction, I overheard their business strategy:
Kid 1: “How are we going to sell these shirts?”
Kid 2: “Say we’re raising money for breast cancer.”
Kid 3: “Don’t be stupid. That’ll never work! Say we’re raising money for Nana’s breast cancer.”
Kid 1 and Kid 2: “That’s a great idea!”
Oh. My. God! Did I just?…. Those kids!……. What!
Those little hustlers! I didn’t know whether to be appalled or impressed.
Damn kids! – Barry