Post by davejs on Jul 1, 2009 9:18:16 GMT -5
WHEN PIGS FLY!!! Last August we did the Douglas County Fair in Roseburg, Oregon. We were set up in a very, very tight 10x10 space. (You know what I mean about a tight 10x10....we've all had that happen to us)
We had a livestock pavillion in back of us and there was an entrance about 30 feet to our right. I had just returned with food and I had just finished eating a burrito. I had my laptop computer in front of me on my legs and the remains of my burrito were on top of a bucket beside me.
All of sudden I see a big #($*#ing pig rush into our booth. My eyes opened wide, I couldn't believe it. He came over and sniffed me as I held on to my computer and then stuck his snout inside my food and tried to eat it. At that point a couple of kids ran inside the booth and tried to grab the pig. "Get this pig out of here" I shouted. "I'm sorry," said the boy as he grabbed hold of the collar with the pig struggling. "No." I said. "I'm talking about the pig, not you."
We had a livestock pavillion in back of us and there was an entrance about 30 feet to our right. I had just returned with food and I had just finished eating a burrito. I had my laptop computer in front of me on my legs and the remains of my burrito were on top of a bucket beside me.
All of sudden I see a big #($*#ing pig rush into our booth. My eyes opened wide, I couldn't believe it. He came over and sniffed me as I held on to my computer and then stuck his snout inside my food and tried to eat it. At that point a couple of kids ran inside the booth and tried to grab the pig. "Get this pig out of here" I shouted. "I'm sorry," said the boy as he grabbed hold of the collar with the pig struggling. "No." I said. "I'm talking about the pig, not you."
