In the petting zoo, I was happily touching a wallaby (touching a wallaby) when something bit into my calf.
“Ouch!” I whirled around to see the completely uncaring goat chewing it’s cud (or whatever goats chew) behind me.
“No,” I said with severe reprimand in my voice, leaning over to shake a finger directly in its face, “Bad goat!”
Jon, next to me, broke into giggles. I’m not even kidding here. This six foot tall gorgeous thing, in giggles. I nervously (you would be constantly nervous around someone this good looking too) laughed with him seeing the joke in how sternly I had just shaken my finger at a petting zoo goat.
Later, outside the petting zoo, Rebbeca came up and jokingly yelled at Jon for pinching her. I put two and two together very quickly and tried to swiftly kick him in the shin (I don’t care how pretty he is, I will kick anyone in the shin) but he jumped backwards, giggling again.
“You yelled at a goat,” he giggled some more.
I was all, “Argh!”
Later he shared his gyro and a funnel cake with me and I sort of forgave him. I told Kris the story while sitting on a bench watching Rebbeca ride the $15 carnie ride and Kris laughed so hard I think she peed a little.
Alameda County Fair, thank you for the good times. Pictures here.
That Jon, he is a BAD GOAT. NO.