I survived a trip to the funfair, this time with my parents-in-law, my wife and the kid.
My father-in-law loves funfairs. He doesn't go on any of the rides (because nobody joins him). He just looks around, has some food and discusses the stalls and rides. Maybe he's reveling in childhood memories.
My mother-in-law and my wife don't give a shit about funfairs. They just want everyone to be happy. I didn't vote against the funfair – because it was a small-town funfair, so I assumed that we'd be done in half an hour, and mainly because I didn't want my wife to manage a potential conflict between her father's preferences and mine.
It was doable. We spent more like 45–60 minutes in the vicinity of the stalls and rides. Music was blaring. Lights were flashing. We had mediocre food at slightly elevated prices. The kid gave a high five to some poor person stuck in a costume.
I don't know why this is called a 'funfair' rather than a noisefair, but there are worse misnomers …
