People at the fair just behave differently. Some people in the food court literally act like that food is going out of style (not judging - I definitely enjoyed my milkshake). Those same people are generally the ones who have discovered some sort of aphrodisiac in the corn on the cob or the Pronto Pups. They're the ones that don't walk side by side but sandwich style with their free hands in their loved one's pockets. Fair time p.d.a.'s are saucy. Literally. Lots of condiments floating around.
I did not find love in the food court but did meet this little fella in the 4-H barn...
...and I would have taken him home in a heart beat. I tried to scope out the farm boys in the cattle barn but they seemed pretty preoccupied with, what I thought was, the cow parade. Come to find out it was the pre-slaughter auction - that ruined the cattle barn experience.
We walked around until our legs felt like they were going to fold and then called it a night. Thank you, Fair. See you next year.