Arriving at Dallas Fair Park just as sunshine grew a bit painful, Lucy Ballman unbuckled her seat belt and fished a pink tweed newsboy cap out of her quilted faux-Chanel. Tugging it firmly over her ears, she turned to her nephews.
"Ready to see Big Tex?"
"He's the King," Elvis said, with a cheeky smile. Lucy began to unbuckle his seat belt, careful not to tangle his sparkly fringe.
"You know Leland is going to hate this, right?" Lucy asked Laney.
"Well you try telling a three year old what to wear," she replied shortly from the driver's seat as she leaned over the dash, trying to see her vehicle's nose. A parking attendant waved her vehemently forward. When she put it into park, he jumped up and down, continuing to wave her forward. "Am I not close enough?!"
Lucy stopped unbuckling Lucas's seat belt.
Again, Lacey shifted into park, but the attendant charged near her window, violently waving at her to continue pulling forward. His black face turned an odd color, almost like his neon orange vest.
And so Laney pulled forward, as ordered, with trepidation.
When the crunch of metal came, it felt like fingernails on a chalkboard: a creeping lurch, a grinding screech. Immediately the trusty parking attendant doubled over in laughter, his big white teeth reflected in the giant orange plastic flag he now waved around his belly as he laughed uncontrollably.
Lucy ignored the verbal altercation following this unfortunate prank. No use adding to the inevitable stress of the fair.
When she finally exited the vehicle, holding Elvis's hand, she paused.
Dressed in pink, dark hair glowing, she stood to watch fish of every iteration swim, wallow, dive, and flow about her.
They all wore blue jeans.
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