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Okay, this was so crazy!  Marlee and I had  pretty much packed up all of our shirts since NO ONE was there. The band was playing good songs to the vendors, so we were dancing in our booth.  Some old guy (well, I say old, but he was probably just slightly older than us) stops in front of our booth and starts doing the robot.  We laughed at first, but his dance went on a little too long.  Did I mention that he was wearing acid washed jeans?  Not kidding.  Anyway, he stops dancing and enters our booth.  He starts rambling about his ADHD, which he calls his 3rd eye, his military career, his philosophy on life, etc.  Marlee and I are looking at each other like "How do we get this guy to leave?"  He asked  us where we were from.  I say, "Greer" to which he replies that he is often in Taylors staying at the Best Western.  Classy.  Then Marlee said "North Augusta" and he told us that he had an aunt who taught at NA High School.  She didn't know her, since she went to HS in Wisconsin.  But I said that my husband might know her since he went to N. A. High.  Then it all turned ugly.  The guy glances at my ringless hand.  He tells me that his 3rd eye (yes, he said "3rd eye") noticed that I wasn't wearing a ring.  I told him the truth--I seemed to have developed an allergy to my wedding rings.  Then he gets really ticked and starts backing out of our booth with a litany of excuses he's heard from women about why they weren't wearing their rings.  It was really creepy.  As if I was leading him on!  When he left, Marlee turns to me and said, "I could've told him that he did not have a chance with you, even if you were single. He obviously doesn't know what a Best Western snob you are."