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.

What I realized, while talking to these hard working men and women, was that they're just like me and you! They work hard, collect their money, and probably hate their jobs. The only difference is, their job is a lot cooler than ours. Here are a couple pics of My Night With The CWFR Carnies.