It reminded me of an old Seinfeld episode when Jerry couldn’t get a certain smell out of his car after the valet returned the car to him at a restaurant.Īnyway, weeks after the Fair ended the smell finally seemed to subside making the vehicle actually comfortable again.įast forward to last Wednesday, I’m walking along, minding my own business and then it hit me! Yup, the smell of Australian Battered Potatoes filled my nostrils. I can’t even remember, but it seems like this went on for three or four weeks. And every night that smell was again reinforced. Every night when I arrived to pick them up, the smell from a day’s work with fried potatoes and whatever else they used, wafted throughout the interior of my relatively new car. They got assigned to the Australian Battered Potatoes stand, a Fair favorite. Unfortunately, she was too young to drive, so I made the commitment to deliver and pick up my daughter and her friend every day…every day! It was actually nice to see her want to make some extra money at the time. My daughter, who now is in her late 30s, years ago like many kids do, got a job at the Fair. But before I get to that, I have to tell you about a somewhat violent reaction I had that night. The plan was to enjoy the Counting Crows in concert at the Pacific Amphitheatre. I went to the Orange County Fair last week. The Counting Crows, Australian Battered Potatoes and a goldfish! You had to be there

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