As we were leaving Des Moines, they routed us through the Iowa State Fairground. They had a few booths open. The morning crew of the radio station was broadcasting. (The female part of the crew was riding a stationary bike. To simulate our rides? Because she needed to drop a pound or two? I don’t know.)
There was a sign on one of the administrative buildings which said the bathrooms were open. I’d forgotten to fill up my water bottles before I left. Figured if I could get to the bathrooms I could find some water, too.
Except the doors were locked. I’m assuming they didn’t want me to “water the bushes” and since I really didn’t need to do that anyway, I cycled right across the lot to their official “beverage stand.”
Asked the guy for a couple of bottles of water. “That’ll be $5,” he said.
“What? You’re kidding me, right?” I said. Water hadn’t been priced more than a buck a bottle since I started the ride. Sometimes it was 50 cents. And a good portion of the time places were giving it away.
He looked apologetic. “I’m guessing you’ve never been to the Iowa State Fair.”
He had a point. But I did get him to fill up the water bottles with ice cubes. He did that for free. I felt obligated, then, to tip the guy. Geeeeez. $7 for two bottles of ice water. I’m still ticked off about it.
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