Okay, now this really got me thinking
I always hated showing at state fairs. Really rude, pushy fairgoers and things got worse the later it got. During the day, you’d get a lot of unattended kids running at your horse’s backside, parents shoving strollers under the nose of your crosstied horse, or even walking up with aforementioned kiddo and trying to plop them on your horse’s back :eek: In the evening, the drunk 20-somethings seemed to like to prowl through the aisles.
So, picture the Minnesota State Fair, maybe 2011 or 2012? It’s late enough the evening session is over, but several of us are hanging out to keep the drunks out of our barn aisle and more specifically, from opening stall doors and trying to feed our show horses brats and beer. The Fair was generally very generous with security around the horse barns, but they couldn’t be everywhere at once.
A group of four - two couples - clearly drunk or at least well on their way, come barging down the aisle. Stop to look in each stall, sticking their arms in through the bars, of course we ask them politely to not do that. We get a lot of eye rolling and sniggering, they continue down the aisle to the corner and clearly think they are far enough away that our group either isn’t paying attention or can’t see. But we can. Miss Loudmouth Buckle Bunny opens one of the stalls and I am on her like stink on sh!t before she has even turned around to her friends. I tell her in a no-longer nice tone to get the f@ck out of the horse’s stall. My friends and fellow horse owners go running to find the nearest security guards.
Miss Loudmouth Buckle Bunny tosses her hair and tells me that SHE paid admission to the fair so she can touch whatever she damn well pleases. I look at her and then at Fake Cowboy Boyfriend…took two steps over to him and started FEELING HIM UP. I told her I paid admission too
I have to say, I was impressed at how fast she left that stall.
Sometimes you really have to illustrate boundaries for people. Some are very visual learners :lol::lol::lol: