On my way home from Renegade Brooklyn, I stopped at a Burger King in New Jersey. While I stood there, still wet from the storm, waiting for my food, the assistant manager looks at me and says, "Smile. At least you're not on this side of the counter."
Me: "Its just been a very long day."
Manager: "I've been here since 4:30."
Me: "This morning?"
Me: "You win."
Manager: "That's not really something I wanted to win at."
So my new mantra when a craft show is not going so hot is "at least I'm not working a 16 hour shift at Burger King."
Though if things don't pick up soon, that might be my next job.