The Gator Show

Went to a "Gator Show" today... The non-profit 'enviromentalist' doing the show offered $5.00 polaroids with a baby alligator. The guy does "Gator Shows for Jesus" and shouts in a southern accent as everyone is leaving at the end about "fighting evolution being taught in our schools, for Jesus' sake!"

You know you're in The South when you drive up to the Saturday flea market, walk through a karaoke bar/hall/family gathering thing, and into the Gator show going full swing. Smell something funny and realize there is a pen of baby Alligators RIGHT next to where you're sitting...

We had a great time, really. We gave each of the girls a dollar and that took like TWO hours to spend when every other question was, "how much is this", and the answer, "more than a dollar" result: a very audible agonizing screech accompanied by an attemped body flop onto the dirty ground. Which body was caught just in time, inches from the ground, by a clean and loving father. We settled on a pair of toy turtles.

Several hours later, upon exiting the flea market, through the Gator show hall, and into the karaoke bar/hall/family gathering thing, we sat down and listened to a couple of karaoke'ers. Handle bar mustaches, big bellies under bud light T-shirts, many people missing their teeth.. we decided that it was time to go, but not before "wasting away again in Margaritaville" sung by a skinny gray-haired drunk man was forever etched into our memory. At least it was non-smoking.