Life's not (a) fair!

I recently contemplated how great life would be if instead of going to work everyday, I just spent all day every day at the State Fair. Instead of processing checks and running reports and sitting at my desk all day, my daily activities would include riding the giant slide as many times as I wanted, eating cheese curds and entire buckets of Sweet Martha's Cookies. But I'm sure that by the end of a week, when I was 800 pounds heavier and completely broke, I would be regretting my decision to quit my job and become a fair lifer. What is it about the fair that has me completely mesmerized? Is it the masses of people seemingly all there for the same reason: chocolate covered bacon? Is it that you can walk and walk and walk and never find a bathroom? Or is it the shaved Hawaiian Ice that always turns my mouth red for hours? It's disturbing but I cant be at the fair and not get the shaved ice. Whatever it is...I simply love it. I love the fair!