So, my chair had been out of commission for a month after getting caught in a rainstorm (see the story). I got it back after 1 long month of waiting for Medicaid to approve the paperwork. A week later, I went up to spend the Labor Day weekend with my parents and sister. We decided to go to the Marshfield Fair that Sunday.
After the rain incident, I’ve been carrying a bag to cover my joystick in my backpack at all times. We went around the fair enjoying the sights. Rain was in the forecast, but not for another several hours. We had just sat down to grab a bite when it began to pour. Rivers of water were running down the buildings and tents. We threw a bag over the joystick, and rushed into one of the exhibit buildings. The fair staff began to close the garage doors to the exhibit areas, as the wind was blowing the rain into the building.
My dad rushed off through the torrential showers to go get the van ready as we waited for a break in the downpour. We waited for 15 minutes, but the rain would not stop. We made a dash for another building. The fair’s round barn, a notable attraction at the Marshfield Fair, was the next closest building. We rushed inside.
The round barn holds a large number of cattle during the fair. We darted into the building and began to make our way to the exit on the opposite side. As we strolled on, a wave of brackish brown water began to roll toward us, a veritable sewer of manure and filth. We strolled through the nasty bile and made our way to the exit.
Rushing through the deluge, we finally made it to the van, soaked, but alright. The chair came through without issue, thanks to the bag. Lesson learned from last time, one empty plastic bag now remains a permanent item in my backpack inventory.
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