I Hate The Red River Ex

I am a snob.
I hate the Red River Ex.
I hate the scrubby looking carnies.
I hate the fourteen year old girls with daisy duke shorts hanging onto their twenty year old gap toothed boyfriends.
I hate paying four dollars for a glorified slurpee and six dollars for a hamburger.I hate the rigged 'games of chance'.
I hate the gate admission that means even if I do nothing else, I have just paid to watch the freaks that remind me how much of a snob I am.
I hate that it reminds me that I was the girl who sneered at the smoking patio girls in high school, quite confident that my life was going to be better than theirs because I was so smart.
I hate that I was obviously right in that assertion.
I hate seeing 35 year old grandmothers.
I hate seeing formerly famous bands having to force out one more show to pay off their debts.
I only like one thing, and that's seeing the little dogs jump thru hoops and go up ramps - I have the feeling they are the smartest animals at the Ex.