Attending the Tulsa State Fair got expensive for us this year. Dorothy and I were given admission tickets, so the initial cost was not a factor. Parking was the problem. Of course everyone wants the closest parking spot without paying the $10 fee for the special parking sections. I guess we could have parked at one of the pick-up points and taken the free bus. We eventually found a spot that a parking attendant held for us until we could turn around and get back to it. He was very nice. We gave him a tip. Then we headed on to do our Christmas shopping.
We always start our Christmas shopping at the fair. All of those new inventions/gadgets/tools/toys/really practical things are just made to be gifted to someone who did not even know they needed them. We bought some items for ourselves and ate some “fair food,” which exists nowhere else in the world the rest of the year. This year we managed to get most of the family Christmas shopping done in record time. It was a good thing we did.
A distress call came from our relatives who had left the fair to pick-up their child from school. (How did we get along without cell phones?) They could not find their car. It had been towed away! Apparently parking spaces are for parking, not just any space—even if others were parked there also. “No problem,” we said naively. “We will pick you up shortly.” Dorothy spotted our flat tire first. I spotted the shiny nail. I had not spent much time learning how to change a tire on this car.
A very nice couple named Matt and Lauren appeared and volunteered to help. They were heading into the fair. He was young and strong and new all about jacks and spare tires for my kind of car. He changed it for us in less than 10 minutes. We thanked them often and gave them a little extra spending money for the fair. The new tire cost more than we spent that day at the fair.
Meanwhile our distressed relatives were frantically trying find where their car was actually taken. The police officer said it was on the fairgrounds in a holding area where they take all mis-parked vehicles. The sheriff deputy said he had it towed away by a wrecker service in east Tulsa. It took a while to sort that dispute out. The child at school was surprised when he was greeted by his little brother and hastily recruited other grandmother.
To retrieve a car from this wrecker service involves producing the title, insurance verification, personal identification and lots of cash. Storage fees change as the day and night progress. We wondered how out-of-town fairgoers with little children would manage, especially at night.
Later that evening we went back to the fair to see more exhibits, wander past the midway, pass up some “really good deals,” gaze at the large sand sculpture, and admire some of the animals.
It seems everything costs too much and unexpected things cost even more. But I am thankful for the generous people who helped us along the way. They were a blessing to me.
Keep healthy. Pray mightily. Enjoy your life today. Be generous. Be a blessing. And let’s experience the love and power of God together.