Yet another inglorious festival in my quaint little village. And as promised, there was an incident. My wallet was stolen. I am pretty sure I know who did it. I believe I was scammed by an obnoxious boyfriend/girlfriend team. They came into the pub and immidiately targeted me. The dude tried to steal my cheesey fries, kept sniffing me (Like really creepy sniffing, as in creepy ass sniffing. DID YOU HEAR ME? CREEPY ASS SNIFFING.), then told me he was going to punch me in the face. The girlfriend played the good girl trying to contain her obnoxious counterpart. She was overly huggy and stood next to me while I was distracted by the sniffer. I became annoyed and asked them to leave me alone. But they came back again, even more obnoxious than before. My guard was down on this behaviour as it was festival weekend. Meaning that obnoxious was in the air. Counting the number of drunks is akin to counting the stars. By the time I was ready to pay my tab they had been long gone with my wallet. The fortunate part is that I pretty much live cashless. There was zero cash in the wallet. I went back to the scene of the crime later in the evening. Walked the village looking in garbage cans, bushes, and dumpsters with my flashlight... and voila! I got so lucky. I found my wallet discarded in the grassy knoll between bars. Everything was still inside! So, this was a lesson in being more observant.
The festival wasn't all bad. I had a terrific time dancing to one of my favorite bands. I reconnected with an old friend. I made new friends. I even heard one of the last acts of the festival playing a Frank Zappa song. Some festivals are worth the drunkards, urine stenched yards, used beer mugs tossed about, and obnoxious con artists.
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