Return To Bountiful, Part 3: Night of the Carnival
After a few minutes, I switched off the television and decided to take a walk to cool off. Once outside I felt better. The evening breeze was a welcome change from the oppressive heat of the room.I wandered the town in a random fashion, going up one street and down another until I found myself at the town athletic field where a summer carnival was going on.
The carnival consisted of the usual summer fare; concession stands sold cotton candy and corn dogs, while hawkers attempted to entice passersby into trying their hand at games of skill. The games, I noticed, were unlike any I had ever seen. One that struck me as especially odd was called "Whack a Member." The game was played on a large brightly colored board perforated with 10 inch round holes through which plastic people would pop up briefly. The idea of the game was to "whack" the person before they disappeared back into the hole. Each hole had a little title painted beneath it along with a point score, one hole read "health coverage givebacks-25 points".The higher the total score, the more the player won. I watched a tiny woman dressed in a blazer whacking the smiling figures with glee. She hit one figure, a bald spectacle wearing man, and turned to he companion and remarked, "Now those bastards will have to go back to work after the fourth of July!" Her companion laughed and winked at the hawker."Give the little lady a 15% increase on her prize!" he grinned. "No problem!" the hawker answered handing the woman a pair of discount airline tickets.
Toward the rear of the carnival, I came upon a large red and white stripped tent with a blue sign that read Col. Casey's Oddity Emporium. A pudgy brightly dressed hawker saw me and immediately began his spiel: "You have never see the likes of what awaits you inside!" he began in a slow monotone. "Inside you will find the amazing, the educational and the unusual! You will witness for yourself the incredible shrinking benefits package, marvel at the "Hall of Retirees" that control your very fate! Look with horror upon the "Incredible Money Magnetic" whose well fed body attracts money and who, although retired, is at work more than any working individual! They're all inside and they're all alive!"
I shook my head indicating I wasn't interested in going in to his tent and turned to leave the carnival. As I walked back into the darkness of the street the hawker called after me: "That's not a very Unity attitude!"