All my life, I've wanted to be a carnival worker (carnie, for short). I'm not exactly sure why- maybe it's the art of the sell, or the allure of taking people's money because they're too stupid to stop playing. Maybe I just like cat-calling people. Whatever the reason, I've always wanted to be one. That will never happen, so I resigned myself to just meeting a few of them at this year's Central Wyoming Fair and Rodeo.