I was still uncertain as to how many darts we would need to get a decent prize. The carnie spoke quickly and wiped his brow with his bright blue sleeve that matched his piercing eyes. We [I] bought our tenth dart for ten dollars, and by luck my boyfriend popped another balloon. He made every single shot in these many minutes, and yet we still had to pay $55 for Scooby-Doo. We call him Crackhead Scooby because his grin is unnaturally large and he seems to be having a great time laughing at how much we spent for him. I bet Carnie drives a Mercedes.
In the blackness, the Fair lights speckled the night with color. We used the purple glow to find our way back to the car. Every parking space was filled. Hundreds of people arrived after sunset, wanting to enjoy the nighttime Trick Roping show and the taste of $3 lemonade.
Scooby-Doo was buckled into the backseat of the car, his Crackhead grin as big as ever. I was pleased because I had made it through most of the carnival rides without losing my digesting fried Twinkie. Scooby grinned because he knew the Oklahoma City State Fair of 2011 will open on September 15th. I may not have the iron stomach or the bottomless wallet to return, but thousands of Oklahomans will be back, ready to once again come face to face with the crisp blue eyes of the carnie.