Green Jandals

I got out of the car and looked at the building across the road. The convention center looked formidable, and people dressed in expensive suits or dresses were going in there. This was the Small Business Expo and I looked down at my clothes and wondered what I'd been thinking when I put them on. Hoodie, faded jeans, ripped at the bottom. Not to bad, I thought. Sticking out from the jeans, a pair of green jandals, purchased at the Warehouse a long time ago. Not so good. Definitely not good when you're supposed to look like a successful business person... or at least, someone who's starting up a business. I decided to walk in there with my head up. I hoped I'd look a million dollars like that... the kind of: yeah, I earn the cash, but these jandals are comfy look.

As soon as I'd got in there and 'registered' which involved being given a bag with advertising in it, writing your details on a block of paper, and handing your ticket to a guy, I had a bit of a look around. At the start of the long Convention hall they had a stand. It was the Vero stand, whatever that meant. They had a lot of hay scattered around, a couple of cow bells and a cow's skull hung up on some wood. Several buckets full of ice and red bull, and a couple of buckets of gumboots. It looked promising. I was witnessing Nathan try and hit the cow's skull, which he managed, when a lady asked me if I wanted a turn. 'Sure.'
The goal was to hit the cow bells with a gumboot. I raised the gumboot in an under arm, and flung it at the cow bells. It hit them. The lady looked a bit disappointed as she handed me a can of red bull. She probably didn't want to give it away. I didn't really question why these people were doing it, or why we had to bang the cow bells with a gumboot. Or even why the people at the stall were wearing kind of loose shirts, jeans and gumboots.

They didn't tell me either.