At the Tennessee State Fair was a forlorn empty booth. On the back wall was what could have been Grandma's missing white bedsheet with the word "PORTRAITS" applied in bright red and blue letters. It's owner was gone. According to the adjacent space owner, the patriotic artist was there for the first 5 hours of the fair and then left. He hasn't returned for the last 4 days.
I know how it is to sit behind your vendors table and wait. And wait. And wait. Expectations start high, who knows what might happen?
He was all set up with samples to show the full gamut of his chops, from a perfect representation of your tabby or child to a Frazetta recreation.
He had a "stop you in your tracks" advertising campaign in his arsenal with an actual "STOP" sign to halt fairgoers.
He had a plan for the fast food impatient folks. It'll only be 15 minutes. And that's for your whole G*d D*mned family!
He had his survival supplies of Pringles and Mountain Dew for energy and endurance as he hunkered down for the long haul.
Unfortunately, he broke within half a day.
I feel 'ya bro!