My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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It was a poor joke at best, the ticket manager didn’t seem to be even vaguely entertained by it and simply rolled his tired dark eyes at the man and punched a discounted ticket. His hands were wrinkled and scared like he never rested a day in his life, after the ripe age of eighteen. He snatched the coupon and tossed it into a drawer beside the pinched ticket, which gleamed like treasure beneath the flashing lights of his stand.

Finally being handed the ticket through awkward groans of misery and sounds of self loathing, the man spoke in a low and gruff tone that urged Carlos along like he was a straggler.

“Get on with it, city man.” He growled as he waved his frail hand in a dismissive manner, and then at the family of four behind Carlos to proceed.

Carlos blinked. Well, that was a great way to greet someone. Carlos reasoned that the man was probably having an off day today.

So Carlos just smiled at him and nodded. “Thank you. Have a good day,” he said and started to walk away from the booth.

Carlos looked at the ticket to determine where his seat was. It seemed like it was pretty high up – he didn’t really expect anything else from a raffled ticket coupon – so he located the section and started to climb.