Or, non-sarcastically, “awesome timing, bro.”
So today I went to the local Renaissance fair, King Richard’s Faire, with a few friends. It was a pretty good time; drank some beer, watched some shows, and fired some arrows. (Not necessarily in that order, though…) We also saw the cutest little tiger cubs, which oddly was the highlight of the day.
Naturally, in the middle of all the walking and sightseeing, we got hungry. One of the things that the Faire is known for (heck, I think pretty much any ren fair is known for) is their giant turkey legs. They’re pretty big. Mastodon-sized drumsticks, they are. Salted meat with a crispy skin that for some reason attracts all the bees in the vicinity. We saw these things everywhere, and decided that we absolutely had to get one. They just smelled so darn tasty.
After buying our food tickets, the three of us were lucky enough to get in line at a window that opened up when a girl behind it shouted that turkey legs were available from it. My two friends handed me the food tickets to get the turkey legs we were all craving.
As we were walking away, we heard this loud and clear announcement:
“Lords and ladies, we are sorry, but we no longer have any turkey legs available!”
My friends and I turned to each other. “Holy shit,” I remarked. “I feel terrible now. We got the last three.”
“Turkey leg high-five!!”
And we did. And we feasted and rejoiced in our good fortune.
Today was a good day.
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