There’s this old guy.
I mean he’s fucking ancient.
He’s been working the Ferris wheel for eternity.
Couples line up, smack candy lips running hands down tight jeans and he smirks.
He talks about carny things and it sounds like the kind of thing they’ve been waiting for.
It sounds like he knows what he’s talking about.
And he doesn’t look like anything they’ve ever seen.
And boy does he know how to give a compliment.
Never over the top you see, if it looked like he gave them to everyone, they would never believe.
He opens the little cage and ushers them in, and when he closes the door he peers through the grate and he tells them how special they are.
How good the ride is going to be.
They glow at this.
I mean they fucking beam.
But what they don’t know is when he says they he means he.
But even if they did it’s too late anyways.
The gate is closed and the wheel is turned again and again.
And they look down and see him grin and lean in to a new couple.
And they see them lean back, impressed.
The top cage jerks to a stop and suddenly they’re tilting, and it’s not so fun and he’s forgotten them, and now they feel a little ill.
And he looks a little familiar.
The girl cries down, because she’s the bold one,
Hey you, don’t get in, he just said the same thing to me!
But of course they don’t hear.
I mean, what kind of story would that be.
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It’s been years since I’ve been to a carnival. But this I do remember Those “carnys” are an odd lot!
Gypsies of the midway….;-)