It was a very cool late August evening after what had been a largely modest day of sightings by Minnesota State Fair standards back on my first day at the MNSF in 2009. Nonetheless, there was a point around 8:30 in the evening, just after dark, where I hit a groove and this sighting near the grandstand was the best of the evening….
Standing just outside one of the grandstand entrances talking on her cell phone was an adorable 19-20ish brunette with long and straight brown hair. She had the face of angel and didn’t look at all like a smoker dressed in her zebra-striped top and very sexy white capris. Yet there she stood, cell phone in one hand and cigarette in the other. Another player would soon join the mix in the form of another young woman in her early 20s, a complete stranger, who stood a few feet away from the girl at the grandstand entrance apparently waiting for someone. The smoker hottie was in the process of wrapping up her phone call and my early suspicion that she was likely a grandstand worker (what is it with these hot grandstand workers at my Fair!!!) as she began walking back indoors as if heading back to work after a quick break.
The sweet-looking cutie proceeded to casually and carelessly flick her still-burning cigarette to the ground only a couple feet in front of the other girl and release her final cloudy exhale when walking past her. From my vantage point, the wind did not work its magic and splash secondhand smoke into the other girl’s face this time, but not for lack of trying on the part of the smoker babe. As the smoker turned the corner to go inside the grandstand, I noticed she was getting the evil eye from the girl on the receiving end of her air pollution.
This was my second favorite sighting of that day, but I was left in a tough spot as this second girl continued to stand there waiting but I wanted to identify the brand on the still smoldering cigarette butt lying on the pavement and she was complicating things! I decided I was just gonna go for it and then split in the opposite direction whether she saw me or not. I did the best I could to camouflage my actions as I walked up, knelt down slightly, and identified the familiar print of a Parliament before getting the hell out of there as quickly as I could. You gotta figure there was at least a 50-50 chance that she had me figured out but it was more than worth it for that tidbit of information. Seems like there’s a certain set of defining characteristics that go along with girls who smoke Parliaments, and the actions of that brunette in the white khakis reinforced that stereotype for me.