Date Posted: 8/2/2009
I can’t wait for to hear the salesmen in the Commercial Building pitch their wares at the Ventura County Fair, my favorite place to be in the Summer!
What treasures await me this year? How can the pitches from the Commercial building and Commercial annex of 2008 and before compare? It is days before the gates open and I reminisce on the purchase of my jewelry cleaning plate that has kept my sterling, sterling all year long, and the garlic roller and grater delivering its promise of pureed garlic for my simmering sauces. The micro oven mitt was more than a hit steaming potatoes and keeping them warm for hours, and softening corn tortillas for effortless rolling of homemade enchiladas.
My husband, Craig, doesn’t need a pitch for his annual purchases at the Old Guys Rule booth. Quirky slogans on quality T-shirts is an annual Ventura County Fair must-have. Considering the Culligan water softener is still softening our hard water, we’ll bypass that pitch this year. It took four years of pitches before that last pitch perfect purchase.
Still in use and of value to me are previous fair pitches and purchases: long brimmed gardening hats (blue, cream and red because gardening hats are fashion statements), domed glass disc for melting fragrant wax chips, the sensational salsa maker for fresh salsa anytime, Teflon ironing pad for easy tug free ironing, rubber broom for those finest particles a regular broom leaves behind, Velcro cloth mop pads (launder-no more dirty mop heads), Quick n Brite cleaner for every household cleaning need (my favorite is dishwasher soap, no film or residue ever). That tub has lasted for years.
Whatever treasures await me, I’ll be smooth (European Hair remover) and clad in my fair wares waist purse (a selection of brown, black, tan and white) from booths inside and outside the Commercial building, and a distressed “baseball” cap (black or brown), the second purchase discounted for coming back to shop at the booth close to the outside waist purse booth.
I can smell the Kettle corn, corn on the cob and corndogs from entrance aisle. However, you can find me at the fabulous Commercial building listening to Billy Mays style pitches with a twinkle in my eye (reflection from the magnificent Midway) and a mini-donut in my hand. See you there.