(My boyfriend and I have just returned from a Renaissance Festival. We are both huge geeks and immensely proud of it. When we get back, I get down on one knee, and take out a black ring box.)

Boyfriend: “Uh…” *stares blankly*

Me: “It’s not what you think.”

Boyfriend: “O…kay…”

Me: *opens ring box* “Will you…” *tears up* “Will you take this ring to Mordor, and throw it into the fires of Mount Doom?”

(He cracks up hysterically. I had won a Lord of the Rings replica of the One Ring at the Faire.)

(It is Dickens Faire this weekend, so we have a constant line for ice cream for a good 6 hours straight on Saturday. By Sunday, we only have 4 flavors left; the unavailable ones are covered with lids. A middle-aged couple comes in and looks at the ice cream.

Me: “Hi! The only ice cream we have left are the open ones.”

Husband: “Oh, okay. So just the ones that aren’t covered?”

Me: “Yes, sir. We had a huge rush of people yesterday and sold out of all but those 4 flavors.”

Husband: “Hmmm… I’d like Buttered Pecan on a cone, please.”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir. We don’t have any left. We only have the ones that don’t have the lids on them.”

Husband: “Oh… well, how about Coffee?”

Me: “Sorry, sir. We sold out of coffee as well. The only four flavors we have left are Strawberry, Caramel, Strawberry Cheesecake, and Vanilla.”

Husband: “Hmmm… well, I’ll take Mint Chocolate Chip then. In a cone.”

Me: “We don’t have any of that left.”

Husband: “Well what do you have left then?!”

Wife: “She’s told you at least three times already. Only the ones that you can actually see the ice cream in are the ones they have.”

Husband: “But I wanted Buttered Pecan.”

Wife: “Well, too bad. Pick something else!” *to me* “I’ll have the Strawberry Cheesecake in a cup please dear.”

Husband: “I want… Cookies and Cream in a cone.”

Wife: “That’s it. No ice cream for you!”

(I’m working a game booth at a fair. The prize for the day is electric guitars, sans cables and amp.)

Young Boy: *comes up to the booth and looks at the prizes* “So, what are these for?”

Me: “What?”

Young Boy: “The guitars. Are they for a game or something?”

Me: “Oh! No, they’re just regular guitars.”

Young Boy: “Oh…” *walks away*

(I’m a very short, larger woman while my boyfriend is tall and lean. It’s our anniversary, and every year we reenact our first date, where we ride fair rides until nauseated. Most of the time I know which rides can accommodate me, so I don’t waste time trying to squeeze in smaller rides or hop on the bigger
ones.)

Me: “Okay, so what do you want to ride next? Ferris-wheel?”

Boyfriend: “Nah, not fast enough.” *points to a ride that I haven’t seen before* “Let’s try that.”

Me: *skeptical* “I don’t know. It looks like I might not be able to fit.”

Boyfriend: “Nonsense! It just goes in a circle and barely off the ground. I’m sure you can ride it.”

Me: “Alright…”

(Sure enough, when I try to get on the ride, the handle bar doesn’t quite fit. The ride operator is waiting for me to get off while other patrons are waiting to get on.)

Me: *trying to laugh back my embarrassment “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I knew it wouldn’t work.” *struggling to get off* “I’m sorry!”

Boyfriend: *grabs my hand as he helps me get down* “Do not be sorry! This ride just can’t handle your awesomeness!”

(I dubbed him a keeper. He’s my fiancé now!)

(I work in a booth selling tickets for a carousel. I have some crocheting with me for when it’s slow. I’m crocheting as a woman and her small grandson approach the booth, so I lay aside my yarn to help them.)

Little Boy: *looks at the yarn* “What are you doing?”

Me: “I’m making a hat.”

Little Boy:” A hat for you?”

Me: “No, a hat for one of my friends.”

Little Boy: “You have friends?!”