Rhonda Dunaway
09-13-2007, 11:06 AM
On the topic of River City Round Up, I am wondering if anyone can tell me what the prices are like for rides, food, admission to activities, etc.? My husband and I took our son to the Nebraska State Fair during Labor Day weekend, and we had a great time, but the expense about knocked me out.
The rides that my son chose were at least $2.50, and many were even more. But it was the price of food that almost killed me. While my husband and son decided to go off in search of hot dogs, I decided to visit a stand that sold chicken on a stick and fries. I purchased a combo meal featuring chicken, fries, and a drink. When the clerk totalled up my meal and told me that it would be $16, I thought I wasn't hearing properly, so I said, "How much?" She then repeated $16. I then said, "$16 for chicken, French fries, and a pop?" To which she replied in a syrupy southern accent, "Honey, those are America Fries!" I then took a look at the fries I was getting to verify if there was indeed something unique about them. As far as I could tell they were just regular fries swimming in a rather nauseating mixture of melted fake cheese and bright red artificial bacon bits. I then looked up at the clerk, and said, "Oh, I didn't know. I thought I was just being overcharged. I didn't realize that it was a patriotic duty to pay $16 for fries. The clerk just looked at me with an expression that said, "I have no idea what you're saying, crazy lady." (I get that a lot.) I then paid and took my food because I was very hungry, and I figured all of the food at the fair was probably similarly overpriced. I resolved to pay more attention to posted prices for the rest of our outing.
When I rejoined my husband and son, I found out they had paid $15 for two hot dogs and a bag of cotton candy. Instead of being upset, I decided to just enjoy the rest of the day, use up our remaining ride tickets, and go home. After all, it was a lot of fun to see my son enjoy his first State Fair.
On the way out of the carnival midway, I noticed a booth where you could pay two men to tell you if you were going to Heaven or Hell. I briefly toyed with the idea of forking over the money, but then, I thought, no, I had already spent enough money that day. Besides, I already know that there is probably a pretty good chance that I'll be going to Hell.
Rhonda
The rides that my son chose were at least $2.50, and many were even more. But it was the price of food that almost killed me. While my husband and son decided to go off in search of hot dogs, I decided to visit a stand that sold chicken on a stick and fries. I purchased a combo meal featuring chicken, fries, and a drink. When the clerk totalled up my meal and told me that it would be $16, I thought I wasn't hearing properly, so I said, "How much?" She then repeated $16. I then said, "$16 for chicken, French fries, and a pop?" To which she replied in a syrupy southern accent, "Honey, those are America Fries!" I then took a look at the fries I was getting to verify if there was indeed something unique about them. As far as I could tell they were just regular fries swimming in a rather nauseating mixture of melted fake cheese and bright red artificial bacon bits. I then looked up at the clerk, and said, "Oh, I didn't know. I thought I was just being overcharged. I didn't realize that it was a patriotic duty to pay $16 for fries. The clerk just looked at me with an expression that said, "I have no idea what you're saying, crazy lady." (I get that a lot.) I then paid and took my food because I was very hungry, and I figured all of the food at the fair was probably similarly overpriced. I resolved to pay more attention to posted prices for the rest of our outing.
When I rejoined my husband and son, I found out they had paid $15 for two hot dogs and a bag of cotton candy. Instead of being upset, I decided to just enjoy the rest of the day, use up our remaining ride tickets, and go home. After all, it was a lot of fun to see my son enjoy his first State Fair.
On the way out of the carnival midway, I noticed a booth where you could pay two men to tell you if you were going to Heaven or Hell. I briefly toyed with the idea of forking over the money, but then, I thought, no, I had already spent enough money that day. Besides, I already know that there is probably a pretty good chance that I'll be going to Hell.
Rhonda